lost and found in a snowstorm

Yup.

It's official!

I am at that age where everyone

and everything

is getting on my nerves.

Menopause.

Or as i refer to it:

Mentalpause.

;)

And if this damn snow continues
i swear, I'm gonna blow a fucking fuse. 
Yes, it's storming again today.
Winter began here later than usual (late December)
but it seems like we've had one storm after another.
Everyone's grumpy, (or maybe it's just me...)
everyone has cabin fever,
half our roads are still not plowed,
tonight, they predict -30C...
and the wind out there sounds like it's gonna
rip the roof right off the house.

So instead of painting pretty flowers

and rainbows and turquoise oceans...

what do I paint?

Snow.

The storm.

Cause it's all I know these days.

It's all i feel.

On a good note,
I am reading this lovely book.

Part of the inside flap reads:
Millie Bird, seven years old and
ever hopeful,
always wears red gumboots
to match her curly hair.
Her struggling mother,
grieving the death of Millie's father,
leaver her in the big ladies'
underwear department of a local store
and never returns.

 it's funny, it's sad
...and today, i read this passage (below)
and it made me cry.
Books don't often do that to me
but when one does...
wow.
Ranks right up there
with newborn babies
and sunsets
and music born out of pain.

xx