You know sometimes attending to be an optimist get a little bit difficult the weather has been beautiful that day off from work wonderful the amount of work it is taken to get ready for work? Not so great. The amount of snow I had to scrape off my wheels...not so great. Good the commute to take three times as long...not so great. However, I am glad to live in a place where I can experience is the four seasons fully (1081). And to be able to fully revel in the rotation of the sun (1082). I will be more than ever grateful for spring but in the meantime I actually am enjoying the winter (1083). As an excuse to wear the half my wardrobe every day (1084). And said to wear cute snowboots for practical purposes (1085).
1086. I really am very grateful for snow shovels and plows and salt and for all the modern technologies that make all of this a little more livable
1087. I am grateful for schools who have prioritized children's safety for the past five days when they closed. The winter has changed lethal school children enter the little monsters as they continue to rip your siblings apart by shreds of the words I was playing with her Christmas toys is gotten boring and being inside for that for the last seven days of been a little too much.
1088. The snow is made what a running challenging but I've been able to get in workouts every day including a rotten I feel like it's a good excuse to really really get down to business and not even small runs about something big.
1089. I'm grateful for windshield wipers that work.
1090. Both of them.
1091. I am grateful for warm boots a boot rack and a couple carrots spit pairs of ski socks that of My toes warm.
1092. I'm grateful for parents who suggested that I keep the dog at their house while I'm one dog sitting. Because who by the house in the middle the country on a dead-end road and a residential neighborhood? Going to care for the cats still at the house...that it was an adventure and another itself. The road is plowed, but my the front door to the split-level house was anything but clear. I took a chance walked up the steps and off only once been another itself. And then had a shovel myself out of the house which became even more difficult than shoveling myself up to the house. I don't really believe of ever been in knee high snow but I guess that everyone should experience at least once-in-a-lifetime. These of the things as dramatic school stories are made of.
1093. I'm grieving over time for my best friend for Arizona the fact that she got in and got out okay even with some delays.
1094. I'm grateful for people who are dedicated to their jobs and her willing to come to work everyday even though the snow is nasty the roads are slick and the temperature is anything but warm. 1095. And grateful for Facebook and social networking sites the key people connected will be stay warm in their homes.
1096. I'm grateful for people who have made the choices stay in and while the roads are being plowed and what people have to go to work to make them at least a little more safe.
1097. I'm grateful for electricity when Indianapolis had several outages.
1098. Cuddly dogs on a cold winter night.
Funny story: I recently took out my nose ring for a few hours (to pretend to be grown up) and the bottom fell out while I was talking to someone. I put the bottom in the top upside down and attempted to put it together later at the Y. I lost the back in my nostril. Up my nose. I swam a few laps in the pool, spewed out all my snot, and used a Netipot twice to no avail. I asked my mom where nose pieces go. She didn't know and refused to touch my nose to help me put in a new one. She is a RN. She has touched stranger's body parts in places that would make me cringe for longer than I have been alive. (read: 30+ years). Party pooper. She told me that it was probably a sign that I no longer needed a nose ring. So I marched to Claire's and bought a cheapie one looking like a drenched dog. On Friday night. Hole in my nose saved. Barely.
It has been a little harsh, but I will win this war, winter.
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