life of a georgia Artist

 It is that time of year when I am weary, I am dealing with depression, and I am in pain from the cold weather. This is the time of year when I feel trapped. Trapped inside, but also trapped mentally. I refrain from going places that I may get covid from, which pretty much leaves me to the food store, because hello I have to go there, but other than that hiking trains for my sanity.  I find myself slipping into a winter mood. My mood becomes somber. My days seem gray and I feel like I'm melting away. No one really sees me except at work, no one comes over and I don't dare go to anyones' home.  Winter to me has always exhausted me. I am not a ski person, I am not a snow person, and in this bitter coldness, I am not an outside person. I find myself hibernating away like a bear, but he gets to sleep and I don't sleep with this nordic wind slamming into my house.  Music and writing are my saving grace. I lose myself in listening to music. I sing in the car at the top of my

                                                                            A Winter Wonderland Snowed Branches remind me of sugared candy for some reason.  Georgia does not get much snow. These are from my home state of New Jersey. North Georgia this weekend is supposed to get 1-3 inches of snow and then black ice. For those of us from the north, this does not seem like a lot, except people in this state are not used to driving on ice, driving in snow, and I pray everyone is safe. This cold has sunk its teeth into the deep south as well. This week our lows hit 27 and it is that time of year where we have to let the cars warm up while we freeze inside the icebox of a car and wait for the heat to melt our windshields. For some reason, this year is hitting me hard with the cold. I'm in flannel pj's, in sweaters, making so much cocoa that soon I will float away Willie Wonka's chocolate stream.  I love the snow. I love it when I am home with nowhere to go and nothing to do unti

                                             Photo by S O C I A L . C U T on Unsplash Weekends are too short. We would all agree to that. I took off Monday. With covid cases jolting upward my anxiety needed an extra day to just process everything. When Covid hit some of our staff went home to work and some of us remained in the office. Covid has hit almost everyone in my building at work. It has sent me back to outside eating only. It gets to the point where I feel safe nowhere except in my home. Who is with me on that one? This weekend I got to see my grandbaby. She came to my home to visit and fall asleep in my arms toasty warm. I made it to the store to make Stew, which is cooking in the crockpot. I worked on some drawings, I did all the wash, I painted and used my black shading pencils. I moved my other desk in front of a window so I can see outside no matter what desk I use. I have made copious amounts of tea. I have made soup for my honey who unfortunately got sick from me being

   December 28th at 2pm I was blessed to marry my best friend. We took a trip to Tybee Island which is our favorite place. We spent a good five days out on the island and we took a day trip to Savannah. We took a trip, we got married, I brought home the flu. This is us above after we got married in Forsyth Park. It is one of our favorite places to visit and our officiant found us the perfect corner to get married in. We have known each other for over 25 years and have been a couple for over 6 years and now husband and wife. I felt pooky on Thursday and kept turning up the AC. My poor hubby was nearly frozen I caved and turned it back up. We got home Friday and I felt ok up until I did not. Fever spikes hitting 100.7. And all the symptoms. I knew I had the flu. Today I took off work even though I was supposed to go back, due to needing to be fever-free for 24 hours. Oh, Savannah or Tybee why you gotta do me like that. I was one of a handful of people wearing masks and I am the one sick.