Its NYE.
I've always believed that what happens on NYE is a guide to the rest of the year.
And in the past I have tracked it and found it true.
So I am trying to remain calm here.
As it stands right now:
We have no propane. So no heat, no hot water, no clothes or dishwasher. New policy of COD only.
We have no hay. The neighbors are feeding the horses.
We have no dog food. So the dogs are eating pasta. Which one spent the entire day throwing up.
The cat box looks like a bad jazz club after a spring break party.
We are trapped in our driveway by snow from a freak storm.
We are all relegated to the bedroom in the house with a space heater. My love, me, 3 cats, 3 dogs.
I havent had a shower since Thursday.
The water pipes from the washing machine are frozen.
When I was heaving over the last pile of dog puke trying to keep myself from puking was when it all just seemed kinda pointless.
If this is NYE what does this coming year hold?
My love gently stood in the bedroom door. Gloves on, boots on. And she said
"This is what I see. Our horses are eating. And we get to spend this time in a warm room together. That's what matters. We are together. "
So I braved the cold and made her dinner.
She is right.
