Two days ago, there was no snow. Like most people, I was disappointed because, even though I don’t celebrate Christmas, there is something special about a white Christmas. That’s what Christmas looks like in story books, after all.
Yesterday, it snowed, giving us the following:
And, naturally, there’s no Christmas for my family without a trip to Starbucks; the only Starbucks in the area that remains open on Christmas Day. Clearly, we were not the only ones.
While I do feel badly for the employees who have to work, I hope they’re happy knowing that they’re making the rest of us happy.
I started following a blog a few weeks ago about writing. A recent post from this blog suggested keeping a list of five things you’re grateful for each and every day. I read this right before Thanksgiving, which may have influenced my decision to give it a try. (Try it – it certainly brightens the bad days and acts as a culminating reflection on the good ones.) I don’t really think I’m enough of a writer to be following a professional writers blog, but one of my favorite aspects about blogging is that it’s somewhat anonymous; anonymous in the sense that we can reinvent and recreate ourselves and no one’s the wiser. When it all comes down to it, no one knows who I am or what I am; readers only know what writers choose to share, and who’s to say it’s all true?
My roommate, on the other hand, is an excellent writer and actually gets paid to write, which makes her not only a great writer, but also a professional. In addition to her superior command of the written word, she (let’s call her E) is also rather creative. E is lucky enough to have an equally creative boyfriend (we’ll call him T) who visited from Austin, Texas last week. Bored on a recent cold, gray day (also known as this past Monday) E and T decided to work some magic on house. Within a couple hours, they transformed our porch from a porch into easily the most festive porch I have since a music and arts festival this summer.
In E’s words, “These will look good in June, too, right?” I’d say so.
As if the weather wanted to play a joke, we had our first real snow of the season last night. This is a joke because I had an appointment to get snow tires at 9:30 this morning. The unwritten rule has always been to get snow tires before Thanksgiving, which is tomorrow. It is also several days later than it was last year. I should have thought about that.
When I woke up at 4:30 this morning to the sound of a neighbor plowing his driveway, there were several inches of heavy, wet snow covering the earth. I went for a run once the day had really stated by an any sane clock and found that I was wearing way too much clothing (I have to remember from last year: When it’s in the 30s, leave the sweatshirt at home). Despite the excitement about snow, I confess that I was far from pleased with the slush falling from the trees throughout the run.
But, I’ll be the first to say it, winter is pretty. I have a bunch of winter photos and posts from by 365 Photos project last year. Take a look and enjoy the snow!
Photos, travels, musings, and ideas on education by someone trying to make the world a better and more peaceful place
By Rebecca Michelle 