Ah the days seem to be fading as fast as the leaves. Frost is here, warming the car up is now in vogue again. Oh, the though of just these few first steps of winter takes the wind out of my sails. I’m rather warm weather inclined so living in Maryland does pose some issues. At one time in my life, winter was fun. And that was before I was 9 years old. That was the only time I felt like a kid. After that it was riding a bike in bad cold weather delivering newspapers, or maybe going to work after school instead of playing in the snow.
So this year after 5 decades of cursing the cold weather and frozen precipitation I think I’ll try to remember what it was like when it was a joy to see snow. To have the excitement to go fall in it, and make a snow angel. To grab a sled and a hill, and be thrilled. And also bruised by the end of the day. To just stand outside and take the time to listen to the quiet of snow. To run out and take the snowplow driver a cup of hot chocolate or coffee. To not have the responsibility of shoveling the walk or driveway. To walk in the snow till I can’t wait to get inside for a cup of hot chocolate.
I’m looking for ways to experience joy again as I had or missed out on as a youth.
Can someone direct me to the store that sells calendars that don’t go by so fast?
Just another day in the neighborhood. Ain’t it great? I guess it depends which neighborhood you live in.
This weekend I get my portfolio in better shape.
I love the urgency of the college basketball season over the pros.
I’m on a mission to reach out and help a stranger or animal as often as possible because it feels good.
I’m getting concerned Baltimore is going to suffer greatly if they don’t stop the attacks and get a grip on the murder issue. Both of which are deep socialistic problems. Then again, there is no greater suffering then what is already being experienced in people losing loved ones.