The county plowed the streets yesterday, now we wait for the windrow removal, which will happen in time.  A very nice plow operator cleared my sidewalk as well which had ice up to three inches thick.  I was outside, chipping away at the ice and thanked him.  I don't think we give plow operators enough credit, they are highly skilled at their job.

I'm still working on a quilt and forced myself to work on it for a couple of hours this morning.  It's tedious, fussy work and I don't enjoy it, but it needs to be done.  I want it done and off to the quilters so I can enjoy my pottery course without feeling badly that the quilt pieces continue to sit on my dining room table.  I like quilting but eventually I'm tired of it.  Smaller quilts would probably be a good idea.  This particular quilt was started for Jack but he's not overly fond of the fabric, so I think I'll give it to my other grandson.

My husband and I have been watching "Suits" in the evenings after Jack goes to bed.  It's an older series, from 2011, with Meghan Markle in it.  The premise of the show is a young man, a genius with a photographic memory, is hired as a lawyer without attending law school or passing the bar.  It's entertaining and the whole show is about secrets, lies, forgiveness, and loyalty.  What amazes me how much the lawyers on the show fight, but are willing to forgive each other, and even trust again.

One of my favorite characters is Louis Litt.  Today he would be identified as neurodivergent, but not fifteen years ago.  He's a sweet asshole, if that makes any sense, and he only wants to be liked.  He has a very difficult time understanding how his actions make others feel.

As I type this I'm reminded of my dad.  I don't think my poor dad was able to see himself and his own actions very clearly.  Or maybe he did see himself clearly but just didn't know how to do things any differently.  Change is hard and requires a willingness to bare your belly and make yourself vulnerable, not things most people want to do, in my opinion.  It requires work to truly see yourself, even the unsavory bits that we would prefer not to have.  Acceptance of these parts is even harder.  The unsavory bits are like a callous, there's a reason that they're there, to protect something, so removing the callous requires work, and trust that you'll be strong enough, even when you're vulnerable and exposed.

Life is hard, but it's also beautiful at times.