Monday Full of Memories

It's early Monday morning and streaks of daylight are just beginning to show in the sky. It promises to be a beautiful day. I'm sitting at the kitchen table sipping my coffee and thinking of all the things I need to do today. I am thankful I am able to do them........not all of us are that fortunate. I am hopeful that my phone will ring today with the offer of a new job. Although my husband would rather I stay home until the new year, I am truly bored and miss the interaction with patients. I need that. For my sanity if nothing else.

Looking out the window at the gray sky, it reminds me of the sky I used to see in the winters up north. I remember winters in the north as a child, full of snow........and lots of shoveling! Dad used to get us out of bed early to help shovel the driveway so he could just get the car out of the garage to go to work. I remember one year (1977?) we had a huge blizzard. My room was on the second floor and the as I looked out my bedroom window, there was a giant snow drift from my window to the second floor window of the house across the street. I can remember opening the garage door to a wall of snow as high as that door. Naturally mom decided we needed to get a few things from the store that day to hold us over......just in case. We (my brother, dad, and I) shoveled, and shoveled, and shoveled! Unfortunately, it was so deep that not even the snow plows could get through. So what did we three geniuses come up with? We tied our little hound dog (Gretchen) to the sled and set out walking to the nearest store...........almost a mile away. We managed to pick up a few things (thank goodness the store was even open!), load them on the sled, then walk back.........with poor Gretchen pulling the sled. It worked, and we enjoyed a full week out of school! I miss the snow and the fun we had digging tunnels, making snowmen, and having snowball fights. But I sure don't miss the shoveling! I found it rather ironic when dad decided to move to Florida after he retired. He called me one day and announced he had sold the house and would be moving soon. He wanted to know if I wanted his snowblower............the one he bought AFTER us kids grew up and moved away. I just laughed and told him "no, thanks...maybe you should leave it for the owners" and he agreed.