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Snowfall in Tennessee: A Cozy Adventure

Written January 11, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

Well, Tennessee surprised us with another snowfall yesterday, sprinkling about 4 inches of snow across the landscape. The weather’s been a bit colder than last week, so I’m guessing this snow might stick around for a while—perfect for those winter wonderland vibes, but not so much for practical living.

We’ve been calling Tennessee home for six years now, and snow here is practically an annual guest. My wife still delights in the fact that we don’t have to wield shovels against towering drifts like we did in Canada. Trust me; there’s a kind of peace in watching the snow pile up without worrying about clearing a driveway.

Now, here’s the kicker: snow and I have a bit of a love-hate relationship. While it’s picturesque, it’s also the culprit keeping me off my running schedule. I haven’t laced up my running shoes in a few days, and I’m starting to feel it—there’s something about the rhythm of running that I miss. I keep peeking out the window like a kid, hoping for a snow day (though, in this case, I’m praying for clearer paths). If conditions improve, I might just brave the cold for a quick jog. Fingers crossed!

As for errands? Forget it. Grocery shopping is on hold because some stores are closed and others are not. Well, I’m not about to risk slipping on icy roads for a bag of spinach. Luckily, we’re stocked up with plenty of staples: rice, chickpeas, beans, and vacuum-sealed meats. My wife, always the planner, portioned the meats perfectly to fit my kidney-friendly diet. While fresh veggies would be lovely, we’re not about to complain—this little snowy hiccup is our chance to make a dent in the pantry. How often do we prioritize eating those “almost expired but still good” preserved goods?

So, here we are—snowed in, slightly inconvenienced, but cozy and well-fed. Sometimes, life nudges you to slow down, embrace what you’ve got, and maybe get a bit creative with meal planning. If the snow clears up, great. If not, it’s just another day to enjoy the stillness of winter from the comfort of home.

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Anticipation in the Air: Navigating Winter’s Last Chill

Written on January 22, 2024

Hello Dear Readers,

Embarking on my daily neighborhood reconnaissance, today felt remarkably reminiscent of those childhood moments precariously balanced on the cusp of unwrapping Birthday or Christmas gifts. Though decidedly warmer than yesterday’s embrace, the air stubbornly lingered below the freezing threshold of 32°F (0°C).

As the first light of dawn broke, the roads mirrored the previous day’s icy sheen, casting doubts on my planned run. The weather prophets heralded a dramatic rise in temperatures. Yet, gleaming with a deceptive gloss, the roads hinted at a persistent icy veil. This predicament left me in a quandary, pondering the feasibility of my morning run. Annoyance tinged my thoughts, but a decision loomed in the not-too-distant future. I resolved to grant the unfolding day a few more hours, hoping the view from my front window—specifically, the hill rising from our domicile—would offer clarity.

Regardless of today’s verdict, I harbored confidence in the promise of Wednesday. It stood as a beacon of clear passage should today’s conditions conspire against my desires. My patience, though frayed, needed only to endure a fleeting moment longer. The transient nature of this winter’s final tease did little to dampen my spirits, for the anticipation of warmer days and cleared paths held its own charm.

This season, with its unpredictable whims, serves as a gentle reminder of nature’s inherent unpredictability and the small joys found in the anticipation of change. As we navigate these final days of chill, there’s a unique pleasure in the waiting, a sentiment familiar to those who cherish the slow unveiling of spring’s warmth. Just as a child eagerly anticipates the revealing of gifts, so too do we await the unveiling of the season’s final act, a transition filled with promise and the potential for renewed outdoor endeavors.

Whether today grants passage or bids me wait, the anticipation is a gift. It refers to simpler times, where the joy was as much in the waiting as in the receiving. So, as I peer out my window, gauging the day’s potential, I’m reminded that patience, though tested, is often rewarded with the sweetest outcomes. Here’s to the hopeful wait for winter’s curtain call, a period of anticipation that, in its own right, is a cherished gift.