Today I was very happy for the first time in 2011.
I started the year with an unforgiving work schedule and a bad cold. And we were slammed with crazed people who were stocking up for a blizzard worse than Buffalo, New York has ever seen. In Buffalo, people have frozen to death in their cars on the freeway.
Anyway, I bundled up this morning and went outside to scrape the ice and, hmm, two inches of snow off the car. The sparkling flecks of ice flying up into and past my face and the sounds of the scraper against the crust of the ice brought back memories of myself as a young woman living at the top of Maine. I was employed, independent, and responsible. I was respected in my job and my family. What a wonderful time in my life. I wished I could continue reliving that era, but the car was finished and it was time to go back into the house.
