blogging

I still think blogging is weird. Who really wants to know what's in the recesses of my mind? You think you do, but you don't. And for the few I would be ok with exploring that far, cyberspace does not really attract me as the medium to do it. So I suppose the challenge for me then is to find things to write about that are interesting or have to do with me (since the blog title is the attic of my mind) but not excessively personal...

Here's what you get today:
Sunday was the big nasty noreaster. Church was cancelled and we holed up like polar bears. It was such a lovely day! I got to lounge around (which I never get to do) talking with my Erin and listening to the wind howl and the ice hit the roof. Coulda done without the snowblower across the street or the shovels scraping, but there was respite from that briefly. I could stay in that moment forever, even with the snowblower. Becky had built us a snowman on Friday with Thursday's snow, but by Sunday afternoon his cute little face was strewn on the ground in front of him with one eye far across the patio and eventually his head was blown off. poor guy.