Day 3 – Resetting the Llama Week: “The Great Storm”

As I sit here, warm and safe, while a storm outside turns from snow to ice, I can’t help but think of a scene from the Vicar of Dibley. The characters come in, each with a telling of which storm was the “great storm,” and of course, each of them tries to one-up the other. Vicar of Dibley is one of my “comfort food” shows. And, even though most of the cast is no longer with us, it also makes me think about how creative people leave a lasting impression.

Maybe, someday, my writing will also leave an impression.

Or maybe not.

It makes me happy, though!

I’m sitting on my sofa while I type this, my curtains are wide open, and one of my favorite musicals is on the TV: Waitress. The music is wonderful, and I feel like I’m in a snow globe, my cat snoring beside me, all warm and cozy. Somewhere, almost halfway around the globe, I wonder if my sleeping husband is snoring, too. The thought of it brings me comfort because it means he’s safe and sound.

Five more sleeps in my quiet house.

Five more sleeps in his hotel room.

Five more sleeps until I get to bring him home.

Where was I? Ah yes…

It’s very quiet outside, though. This morning, the silence was dotted with the rumble of plows going by and the hum of snowblowers in the neighbors’ driveways. Eventually, someone will come by to clear my driveway as well. But, right now, the roads are icy, and staying put is the afternoon’s order.

Am I worried about being stuck? Admittedly, I was…for about fifteen minutes. But worry accomplishes nothing, and if an emergency comes up, I’ll deal with it then.

As for the Llama reset, today I channeled my inner “Under the Tuscan Sun.” You know that line where she says to pick one room and make it yours? Today, I made the kitchen mine. Okay, maybe just the pantry, but it’s a start. A little decluttering and tossing out expired spices makes me feel grounded and in control of my corner of the world.

I didn’t make the dishwasher mine, yet, though. I do draw the line somewhere! Maybe I’ll unload it later. But, for now, I’m going to appreciate the warmth of my big black and white cat, the messages coming in to make sure I’m okay in this storm, and some lively TV time.

Maybe I’ll even get up and dance just to shake some of the dust off this old body.

Llivin’ La Vida Llama – one room at a time!