Thoughts on a Snowy Day

As a ski-bum-at-heart, I love the winter.   After one of the most brutal ones in recent memory, yesterday I got a taste of spring and welcomed the 50 degree weather and dreamt of shorts, flip flops, and barbecues with friends.  Today, 8 inches of fresh snow.  So much from spring.  Regardless, watching it fall this morning made me think of a few things: Every sunrise is like God painting a watercolor for us to wake up to.  My dogs are great alarm clocks.  Somehow my Tim Horton’s coffee doesn’t taste the same as when they make it.  I should take my dad out to lunch.  Correction, I want to take my dad out to lunch.  My problems are someone else’s blessings.  Be thankful.  When was the last time I truly did something nice and unexpected for someone and why don’t I do that more often?  How can I use my talents for a higher good?  Thank God I have a snowblower.  My chiropractor must miss me.  I am not where I thought I would be, and that is okay. Coffee tastes better when it is in a mug you love.   I need to buy more creamer.