Updated: February 10, 2014 11:43AM
Brr! Brr! Brr! I didn’t know we were living in the North Pole, but it certainly felt like it this week. I kept looking for igloos.
This winter is shaping up to one that will be forgettable. Although the snow coming down looked soft and beautiful, piling it on was an unnecessary pleasure, and coupled with the north winds blowing, it just put itself back on shoveled areas too quickly.
But, at the same time, it brought out angels — angels who were so covered up with hats, scarves, gloves and hoods — it was impossible to recognize them; angels who used snow-blowers and shovels to clear both sidewalks and driveway, and flitted back three times.
I am so blessed with such caring kindness, and hope you were too. If only the city snowplow trucks would at least be kind enough not to put the snow right back onto the sidewalks, and block the driveway again and again. I truly appreciate their being so quick to open up streets, but it would be especially nice if the drivers would lift the plow when they come upon driveways that have been shoveled, and my smile (and everyone else’s) would bring out the sun.
Speaking of the sun, when it was so bright and shiny on Monday and Tuesday, it gave the false impression that it wouldn’t be so frigid outside. Ha! All I did was take the trash out, and I zoomed back into the warm house, and so did Cookie, my four-legged buddy.
I wonder if the snowy owls knew this area was going to be a good one to spend the winter in our arctic domain. This wild and crazy weather at least gives us something to talk about.
Just to make it feel colder, our granddaughter, Amy, called from California to let me know they were outside playing in sun dresses and shorts. Then my friend in Florida called to say they were having it cooler than usual — it was “only in the 50s,” but I was welcome to come and stay a while. Boy, is that a temptation.
But instead, I, along with a group of our Special Olympics athletes and coaches from Lake and Porter counties, who are winter sports lovers, are thankful that a “thaw” is in the works for the weekend. Sunday through Tuesday will find us at Perfect North ski area in Lawrenceburg training and competing in skiing, snowboarding, and snowshoeing. Thirty degree weather never looked so good.
I hope you remembered to put our military troops on your Christmas list, at least for cards, this year. If not, please remember them on Valentine’s Day.
The more articles I read about the young men and women who are coming back home with as many debilitating mental problems as physical maladies, the more I realize how little I am aware of the ugliness of war and the results of battle for these soldiers, sailors, and marines.
We sometimes become complacent about anything that doesn’t directly impact us, but it’s time to really pay attention to kids — and they are kids — who are coming back to a life that no longer is the same as it was when they left for combat.
I am going to try and find ways to show them we care, and when I do, I’ll share them with you so they know we really do care about their sacrifices for you and me.
And then I’ll pray that some day, somehow, they are all home where they belong. Oh, I know that is utopian, but it’s better to think positively than negatively — and it’s a way to honor my paratrooper husband Barney’s memory.
And don’t forget the food pantries too, please.
Then I hope you have a great day because you deserve it. Thanks for reading. Fly your flag.