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It's Snowing Outside!
reflections/life Sunday, November 16, 2014
It is snowing. I stood at the open patio door, knee perched precariously on the scooter, and took these photos.
I have been telling myself for months: Just think how cozy it will feel when it snows. And I can sit on the sofa and watch the layers of white cover my patio.
But I am not comfortable in there right now with pillows stacked under my foot. It's harder getting up from the sofa. And the dogs love it back here in bed. I will indulge them just a bit longer as they burrow under the blankets. So that will have to be another day.
And, I tell myself, my old-fashioned black Duraflame heater stoves have shipped. And just thing how much cozier it will feel to have that in my view as I stare out at the snow falling. A Hallmark moment perhaps?
I go back to the doctor tomorrow, so I hope the precipitation will be gone then, although I have a 4-wheel drive vehicle (doesn't mean I know exactly how to use it), but Kay will be driving.
Hard to believe that my surgery was two weeks from this coming Wednesday. But I'm so glad to get farther along in my recovery. This has been a long and difficult ride.
Watching the snow through the window in my bedroom, I tell myself once again that, to have a rich life, you don't have to have money. It is the simple things that give me such joy.
The snow falling outside, the smell of coffee perking its way to completion. The birds chattering out on the patio. Watching the ornamental grasses, which is about all that is left, waving in the wind.
In fact, some of the richest people I know are miserable. Money grows on their trees. But they get no real satisfaction from it. Because they focus on it and spend their time thinking about how they're going to spend it.
And in the meantime, just look what they're missing.
My ex made lots of money, but he would never have paused to watch a bird up in a tree. Or stopped to examine an intricate spider web. All of this would be lost on him. And people like him, for there are many.
No matter what he had, and bought, and bought again, it did not bring him a morsel of happiness except for the few moments when he was purchasing it.
And as we all know, money can't buy you love.
NOTE: Bloggers, I am working on a post that will be published in the next few hours that examines money and blogging. It is a series I am kicking off: The Frugal Blogger's Guide.
I've been asked a lot of questions lately about how to make money, and heaven knows I don't make all that much. But I will tell you how I work the blogging revenue angles.
Just wanted to get a post up for the non-blogging readers!
Posted by Brenda Pruitt at 10:40 AM
Hi there! I'm Brenda. I live in a patio apartment with my two dogs. I write about living big in small spaces on a budget and enjoying the simple things in life.