During these snowy days we’ve taken some nice walks, played games, watched movies, checked in with neighbors, done some reading, cleaned up and put stuff away. Susan and a neighbor walked to the library and back. I shoveled snow off of an older neighbor’s skylights so they don’t leak or collapse under the weight of wet snow.
I like the snow. Like being out in it, then being cozy and warm in the house. Like the fact that we didn’t drive anywhere for three days. But Susan’s been feeling a little ‘cooped up’ with a mild case of cabin fever.
When I think of cabin fever, I think of two scenarios involving lots of snow: 1) Kathy Bates ‘taking care of’ James Caan after his car goes off the road in a blizzard in Misery; and 2) Jack Nicholson chopping his way through hotel room doors (“Heeeere’s JOHNNY!”) in The Shining.
So when Susan complains of cabin fever, I get nervous.
Fortunately, so far she’s done things like clean the inside of our medicine cabinet (it’s beautiful), go after grout stains with a bleach pen (dazzling), organize the sewing cupboard (much more useful now), and wipe down the windows that still have aluminum frames (they need it). But the other night the knitting needles came out and she started “working on a hat.” Susan doesn’t do much knitting, and this seemed a little ominous.
I’d better get going on some spackling and sanding that needs to be finished. In the meantime, the axes and sledgehammers will stay hidden until after the snow melts. And I’m keeping an eye on those knitting needles.