It's windy and chilly. It snowed for about 20 minutes. There wasn't enough snowfall to have any accumulation but I still enjoyed it. It's the kind of day that makes me thankful for a fuzzy green blanket (a present from Mom and Dad) and a mug of cappuccino from my Keurig (also a present from Mom and Dad - the Keurig, not the mug of cappuccino). So anyway, I'm curled up on the couch, all toasty, looking out the window, feeling all artsy, and I can't decide what to do. Of course, right? Maybe I should just enjoy the moment and read. I do have the perfect situation for reading a good book. Yes, I think that sounds perfectly splendid.
Thought of the day: "Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams." ~Ashley Smith
This is from today's flash snowfall.
So I'm wide awake, even though it's nearly midnight on a Friday. I don't get to sleep in tomorrow because I have a training to attend, then I'm getting my hair cut. Oh well. All this being awake had me thinking and I realized something. 3 years ago today I had my first surgery (other than having teeth removed) - my tonsillectomy. Prior to my surgery I was always sick and I got strep ALL the time. I even developed an allergy to penicillin-based antibiotics... Well, I haven't had strep since my surgery (yay me!). I'm still sick a lot, but there are other things going on now - it's not strep. And although it takes me a long time to get over a cold, I'm talking weeks here people, I don't get strep anymore. This is totally a "Hallelujah" moment. Thank you Dr. Garro for taking out those little nuisances in the back of my throat, even though I was 28 and it was a risky surgery (because of my age - in the world of tonsillectomies, I was OLD). I mean, I had to spend the night in the hospital! Yuck! Oh, and the recovery was miserable, but there's no need to go there.
As I sit here writing this, I find I need another blanket. I'm cold. And I'm happy about it! It FINALLY feels like winter. According to my phone, it's 32 outside. Definitely cold. Like it should be. I'm tired of this no winter thing. It's not right. This isn't Florida. Let's have some snow please. Teachers and students would like a day or three off! Thanks. I really do enjoy winter, though. Often times I feel more artsy in winter, like there's something about the crisp air that brings out the creative side of me. Maybe it's that I was born at the end of October in Colorado... Maybe it's just how I am. To me, there's nothing better than being curled up with a mug of hot cocoa, a fuzzy warm blanket, and a good book (with the blinds open so I can watch the gently falling snow). I'd really love to get outside with my camera and take some great winter photos, but so far we haven't really had a winter to photograph. That silly little groundhog saw his shadow so we're supposed to have six more weeks of winter. Well, I'm waiting.
Thought of the day: "Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius." ~Pietro Aretino