"I am soo over this snow malarkey".
The first day or two were fine. I got so much done.
- wrote my cúntas míosúil - all the work I did in February.
- wrote my fortnghtly scheme for March - all the work I'm going to get done in the next two weeks- yeah, right.
- college assignment
- washed all the inside windows and mirrors
- washed the floors
- broke two gel nails in the process
- cleared out kitchen cupbords
- decluttered my wardrobe
- batch cooked dinners
- resistance workouts with Karl Henry
- caught up on phonecalls, texts, Facebook messages that were long over due
But this morning was different. I needed contact with a real live human being. It had stopped snowing so I ventured out beyond my gateway.
Once I got onto the road the way ahead was clear. Not as pretty as when it's covered in snow, but way more negotiable.
It felt so good to be out in the fresh (understatement) air and to be able to stride along.
Kilcolum cemetery looked particularly bleak.
This graveyard is no longer in use
Well obviously it is still being used by the people who are in there, but there are no new clients!
I was beginning to feel a little down, as it reminded me that death seems so final, when I stumbled across these.
Snowdrops bursting into life despite the adverse conditions.
With a renewed spring in my step I approached civilisation - Raharney village!
My phone began to ring.
It was my friend Ger who lives in the village. She works in the Health service and had gone into work on Thursday morning at 10 and had just returned home at 2 pm on Saturday.
So many heroes during the current lock down.
"Hi Noeleen. You sound out of breath".
"Yep, I'm just walking into the village."
"Do you want to go to the pub? I could do with a drink."
"See you there in 2 minutes!"
A vodka never tasted so good.
And if there's one thing I learned from the snowdrops, there is life after death!