I failed miserably at dealing with plumbing, organizing the basement, cleaning out the closest and all those other tasks that needed two strong hands for a full on attack. Monday came with a vengeance! Old man winter lost his mind and hit hard on a summer day. The tree in front of my home that usually hangs high above my car was laying on top of it instead. I was able to safely move my car and see that it was no worse for the wear.
From that point forward, I relished in what we were thrown.
My September 8 snowman.
I tested out my snowshoes.
My September 9 snow family.
My September 10 snowman.
By late afternoon of September 10, the snow was gone.
The arborist came to care for the tree.
He would come back tomorrow to clear away the debris.
All the while, instead of accomplishing chores & tasks, I played, I read, I shopped.
I love failing miserably!
...and I continued to fail...