Have you ever dropped coffee shards all over the counter when attempting to fill your coffee filter?
I just did that. I walked away briefly, and decided to enjoy a little bit of the coffee I had made first, then maybe have the motivation or enough gumption to return to it and clean it all up.
I cleaned it up. However, on my second cup of coffee I noticed small bits of sandy-like particles on the bottom of my feet. Dang. Time for the sweeper…but later. Right now, I have the peace and quiet of a cricket before mating. My husband and son are sleeping and my dog, Tyson, is downstairs sneaking an early morning nap on the sofa. The world is mine. And shouldn’t it always be? Hmmm.
It is storming out. We expected this. We all did. There is no toilet paper or general canned good from here to three counties over in the anticipation of this snow storm. It’s nearly 5 am. Sunday. And yes, it is already very bad.
No trucks (what we northerners or at least the ones in western Pa call the snow plow) are in sight. I can see the spray of snow in the reflection of the street lamp post outside, its pellets coming down fast and hard. If it were a woman, it would be one on the rampage. Cursing and hollering without thought. Huffing and puffing and blowing around the house like crazy. Yes, this is that kind of snow. It’s crazy woman snow. I hate to admit I’ve seen this type of white anger before–the snow I mean. It’s white static beauty, tunneling its way throughout its line of duty and looking for any further twinge of anyone who would disrespect it. Oh, the tenacity. Canned goods. Now, that’s power. We are all very afraid. Especially the news reporters. They are on edge!
Whether angry or down right disgusted, it wouldn’t matter after someone disrespected me for the very final time. Yes, final time. Because once someone disrespects you once, you must be on guard. It’s sort of like a strike system. I must admit, even I have boundaries and limitations of patience. And sometimes they are not what they should be as far as virtue. But the weather, that’s another story. Snow. It is one unreliable angry mega beast in western Pa during some winter months. Snow days. Ice days.
The snow plow just went by…the trucks are out running now. And somehow…the nastiness of it all seems to have been cut short. The pellets aren’t windy and hailing. It is merely muck. Muck on both sides of the street now after being plowed. Much like a fight that suddenly got silenced. The war seems nearly over.
Perhaps today would be a wonderful day to make a snow man. After all, there isn’t much else to do when you receive so much snow. Why not make fake dripping people and put them in your front yard? Dress them up and try to convince the road traffic that they are real men with scarves and tossle caps, top hats and carrots for noses. That’s fun. That’s party worthy. 🙂
Anyways, I am enjoying my coffee and this all so much so thanks for listening. Until these guys wake up and I can use the vacuum and make noise…here I am. My beach oasis and sandy toes sprinkled with coffee. Can life get any better?
I don’t think so. 😊
Life is good. It is a party. And it should be celebrated. Even if it means taking the small things and making them big things—like little bits of coffee turned into a sandy beach in your kitchen one morning. Sometimes it is the small things that count for the big things I guess. And I like the sounds of that. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere…lol. Sorry, I just had to. It really is 5 am.