Today I am doing OK.
My sense of humor has been lost for awhile and there are some moments when I think I see signs of it, but if I try to get a hold of it, pop, it disappears. I have become Serious Arleen and am bordering on Debbie Downer. It has been a hard few years living in a country where the pot seems to be boiling over; there is so much negative noise; and, well, it is always raining (at least, where I live). I need to laugh more, tell funny stories, be silly, relax and chill out. Today, is a good beginning because I woke up this morning to blue skies and the beautiful sun shinning down on one of the loveliest snow scenes I have seen in years.
Those of you who have read my blog before know that from January to March, I bitch and bitch and bitch about Mother Nature. The darkness plays with my mind and it is all about getting thru it rather than celebrating the days. Driving is always a problem and at this point in March, I hate the idea of more shoveling.
This storm came in the evening, and although I did not see any wind, the power to my house went out. There was no other choice than to get under the covers and go to sleep. At 6 AM, I awoke to the blinding sun piercing through the curtains and bouncing off the newly laid snow. It was so beautiful and I couldn't help but smile. I looked out the front door and the snow plows had already done their work during the night and despite having seven inches of snow, the roads were clear. The power company was also busy and the heat was back on.
I got on Facebook to read what my neighbors were saying about the roads and came across this:
If you choose not to find joy in the snow, you will have less joy in your life,
but the same amount of snow.
I liked that! There is a lot of wisdom there.
The Retired Man shoveled the driveway with our handy, dandy Toro power shovel snow thrower and he had no complaints (another reason to smile). I will be starting my inside seeds this week, and I found a great recipe for some leftover meat for a nice dinner tonight. All is well.
Then the mail came with some local tax bills, but I will open them another day. Today is for joy and the beautiful things that surround me. Who knows, my funny bone might show up also. It might be hiding among the dust bunnies under my bed. I never look there.
