Celebrating the Small Things February 5, 2016



This is the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, run by Lexa Cain and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits.
Check them out and be prepared to smile!



Today I am celebrating the fact that I am at home at this moment and watching the snow shift down.

I started out heading for work with the snow falling all around me like miniature stars speckling my windshield.  Snow is so pretty, but you have to understand and respect it if you are in an automobile.

I made it safely to work and found one other person there.  No one else.  My employer had declared a ‘snow day’ but had sent the announcement rather late.  My coworker and I had a good laugh, I shook the snow from my hair and my boots, settled down at my desk, and started working.

Only a fool would try to drive back during rush hour among a pack of people who forget, from snowstorm to snowstorm, that snow/slush/ice exist and are dangerous.





I accomplished a great many things and then, at lunch time, headed home to enjoy my Snow Day.








Celebrating the Small Things – December 20, 2013


It is Friday again, and a time to stop and take stock of the small things we celebrate, often unknowingly.  Thanks to VikLit, who had the idea for this wonderful bl0g hop, we can remind ourselves of the beautiful things in life that make our days just that much more lovely.  You’re welcome to join – head on over to her blog!

Details are at the end of this post.

I remember, years ago, the first time I bought a condolence card for someone.  I write notes now, of course, but I was in 9th grade then (age 13 for non-USA folk) and I wanted to express to someone my regret at her father’s death.  The card showed white roses and it said ‘God gave us memory so that we could enjoy roses in winter’.

Roses in Winter


It was a nice sentiment and a pretty picture.  At that point I had all my grandparents, both my parents, and had never attended a funeral.


The card was well-received.  And it was true.


Memory allows us to enjoy roses on a snowy day.


I realized this anew over the past week.  Memories of happy times, of good parents, of laughter and caring and some scolding – all came back to me.  And (for those who read Proust) I didn’t have to dip a madeleine in my tea…

I was bored, recently, and found myself remembering travels, books, conversations with friends.  In some cases they were better the second (or twelfth) time around.

Relax – it’s just meatloaf with an onion at the ‘wrist’


What would we do without memory?  How would we know where to go?  How would we equip ourselves for each day’s endeavors?  savor a wonderful meal we enjoyed with others? Or avoid the wretched meatloaf served by the corner restaurant?

We wouldn’t even be able to sing along with our favorite songs on the radio.  For our passengers in the car, that might actually be a blessing.

So I am celebrating memory.


(And I am remembering that today is a Friday!  I hope you all have wonderful weekends.)




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