Snow day and Hemingway...

Here I am. Housebound for the seventh day in a row. Well, I shouldn't say completely housebound because I managed to make it to the church Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday night, and on Wednesday Elliot and I, eager and desperate to do something other than watch the snow fall, walked four miles to a friend's house. But today, Sunday, church was cancelled again and the snow is still here. Quite beautiful, yes, but also confining. I was once sick in bed for a week and at the end of the week, my leg muscles felt a bit sore and stiff from not moving for so long. My legs feel the same today.

So, I am here. Snuggled up in bed, looking out on our neighbor's back yard blanketed in snow. Two days ago, after realizing that I had done nothing of great importance during the week inside my house besides making cookies and spending quality time with family, I decided I would commit to reading and finishing a book every two days (as long as I'm housebound, that is). So, I started Ernest Hemingway's The Torrents of Spring yesterday and will probably finish it today. It's a quick read, but, as usual, I just love Hemingway's witty nonsense that seems to weave its way into all of his books. I just love him. Although, I have found wise not to recommend his books to others whom I have not yet known well. Some people love him at first read, but others, often the people who I recommend him to, seem to find him quite dull and pointless. More for me, I guess.

Elliot just walked in and threw the idea out that we should walk to the mall, or a coffee shop, or any place outside of this house. Sounds glorious to me.