Small Blessings

Another snowy morning here in Central Massachusetts. It’s seasonably cold, and I’d like to stay inside, but I need to get out and run some errands and get my car inspected before the end of January. Why do I always leave this until the last minute? I don’t know. But at least I won’t forget this year and get a ticket, as has happened in the past.

I can feel the winter doldrums settling in, when a snowfall becomes a chore rather than a natural wonder, and layering up to go outside feels like transforming into a mummy. My keyboard space bar is sticking because a crumb got under it (I know, I shouldn’t eat pretzels when I type), which requires extra key strokes and pressure on my right thumb. My eyes are even more dry than normal because I need to keep the house warm. There’s a squirrel that keeps feasting at our bird feeder, which we had to move to our deck because a previous snowstorm snapped the pole it was hanging from.

I could go on with all these gripes. But it just skews my focus and makes me grouchy. So, better to remind myself of all the small blessings that too often go unnoticed. Here’s a start:

• When I go out to get my car inspected, the air will be moist because of the snow, and my eyes will feel better.
• I will be able to get my car inspected because Al shoveled the drive this morning, despite the snow being wet and heavy. (He likes the exercise, definitely a shovel-purist.)
• My home is warm and my dear husband never complains about the electric bill.
• The snowfall was quite lovely, and it’s good for the water table level as well as the new clover lawn we had planted in the fall. I’m looking forward to seeing how it emerges in a few months.
• The squirrel that considers our bird feeder its private café is quite an acrobat, doesn’t really eat all that much, and provides great entertainment while I eat breakfast.

There. I feel better already.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.