Today I woke up to find my car covered with snow - it was a very unwelcome sight. I want to move - South - NOW!! The reality is I have to get my snow tires on now - clean off the boots, find the scarves, gloves, car scraper, find the shovels, the roof snow scrapers. Was man really meant to live in a climate where you need all these things? My Dad was born in San Francisco and I wonder what his parents were thinking when they all moved to the Northeast. Don't most people go the other way around???? Oh well, I guess I should stop whining now and move on to something besides the weather. Yesterday, I had to make a presentation in my department and it went very well. I haven't done that in a while and I realized how much I like public speaking and comfortable I feel. It put me on a high and now I am finding it hard to get back to the humdrum of a regular day's work after working so hard to get ready for the presentation. Anyway, I guess I will end with a poem by Edgar A. Guest
Things Work Out
By Edgar A. Guest
Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong- Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt, It seems at last that things work out.
Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we'd like to play- Some of us whimper along life's way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night, Most of our troubles work out all right.
Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long- Some of us whimper that life's all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright, And everything seems to work out all right.
So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will, But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, Somehow, it seems, all things work out.
1 comment:
I live in the Willamette Valley. All winter, it rains here, day after day after day. Not usually hard rain but persistent rain. I hate it.
I grew up in Mississippi where winters are the best part of the year, temperature-wise, and they aren't especially rainy either.
I also lived in Minneapolis. Four feet of snow, temps well below zero, but maybe not as bad as you where you are.
Anyway, good luck surviving it all--and I mean that for both of us.
Glad you enjoy your presentation.
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