|Photo: Snow covers the limbs of shrubbery and an oak tree|
Snow started falling last night, and shows no sign of stopping. The beautiful white flakes blanket the limbs of the oak trees outside. The gentle descent of the falling snow mesmerizes me, and I desire nothing more than to sit quietly in my warm house and gaze out the window.
I'm thankful for the beauty of this world.
I had other plans for the day: John and I have tickets to Sundance Film Festival. We actually went last night and watched a documentary shorts program. Though our travels were uneventful, the weather did make for a slower trip home than usual. This morning, we made the decision to just stay home.
I'm thankful for fun evenings.
I'm thankful for safe travels.
I'm thankful for quiet days.
|Photo: A newspaper, wrapped in an orange plastic bag, sits on the dry part of the driveway (under the eaves and next to the garage door). Snow covers the ground and bushes next to the driveway.|
When I went outside to bring in the newspaper this morning, I discovered it right up against the garage door, under the eaves, and protected from the snow.
I'm thankful for a thoughtful paperboy.
The painter called this morning and said he was at our house (the one we will be moving into later this year), and that the roads were slippery, and asked if he could leave his big work truck in our driveway over the weekend. Of course, I told him yes, and asked if he had a way to get off our hill. He said his wife could pick him up in their truck (which apparently handles the snowy conditions better than his work truck.)
I'm thankful for dedicated, considerate workers.
When I was at the house yesterday, before the storm arrived, I was happy to see the progress the painter has made. We had the trim throughout the house painted a bright white (and just doing that much made a huge difference), but yesterday most of the color was on the walls, too. Every change makes the house seem more like our home.
I'm thankful for the ongoing transformation.
Before I went to the house yesterday, I took Drexel to GooGooDogs for a bath and nail trim. That's the second time I've taken him there; the workers just ooh and aah over him. They confessed they lost track of time while brushing him, because he is so well-behaved. His charismatic charm got him extra attention, which with any luck will translate into fewer dog hairs on my floors (though that would be miraculous!)
I'm thankful for a clean, good-smelling dog.
It dawned on me this week that Drexel is a more frequent client of professional grooming services than I am, so I decided maybe I should schedule a haircut for myself (not from GooGooDogs, though). Shep Studio is for humans, not German shepards, but they did as good of a job with my hair as GooGooDogs did with Drexel's fur.
I'm thankful for a much-needed trim.
|Photo: The view out my front window. Snow covers the yard, the street, the neighbors' yards and houses, the cars, the trees and bushes--snow is everywhere!|
I'm thankful for John, and all our happy moments together.
What are you thankful for this week? Are you experiencing snow?
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