I can’t lie to you. I wish I woke up with the wonder and excitement of a child, gazing out on 20 inches of fresh snow. I woke up cranky. Snowed in. Irritated by the snow. Irritated that I’m cranky.
I want to snap out of it. And if you’ve read here for a while, you know what’s coming: a list of good things for me to be thankful for on this day.
- The list always starts with coffee. This morning was a half-a-pot, sucked down with haste.
- And Stevia to sweeten it. Sugar is a felony in my diet. If anyone enforced the law around here, I’d get the chair.
- We have power after Nemo blew through. Thousands of homes in Connecticut are without.
- We are warm.
- We have firewood.
- And soon there will be a warm fire to sit by.
- Dave is making breakfast,
- Which will include hash browns
- And bacon.
- I felt well enough to shovel the walkway. Lyme has been kicking my butt this week, so this is a big deal.
- The dog took one step out the back door and peed in the snow that blew into the screened- in porch…but she did not pee in the house.
- Three cats are stalking me for their morning feed.
- The Butterfly is frolicking in the snow ‘helping me’ clear the snow.
- She smiles, wide.
- She laughs, loud.
A while back, the Adventurer said to her grandmother:
You may be old, but at least you don’t suck.
She meant it in the nicest way. I’ve decided to embrace this for myself today. I may be getting older. My body may hurt from years of health issues. We may be up to our asses in snow at a time when all I want is to be on a beach somewhere, anywhere.
But at least I don’t suck. I’m 95% sure of this. And my life doesn’t suck.



















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