I have a pretty small closet, but apparently it can hold and hide a tremendous amount of forgotten treasures. Last fall, when I did the seasonal wardrobe change, I found tons of fun things. After coming back from Senegal and unpacking, I did a thorough cleaning of the closet and was again rewarded. This time with a brand new bottle of hand cream that I bought, tossed in the closet, and apparently forgot about for months. It’s just in time for the chapped hands of winter and I am grateful for that.
I’m running along Spaight street, on the return half of my route. I just turned down the volume on my ipod because while the deafening songs are loud enough to mute the pain of my first run of 2010, I worry about permanent hearing damage. (Perhaps this is what it means to be in your 30s.) I can finally hear myself breathing again, and I am acutely aware of the heaviness of my body.
Don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t stop. Keep going. I don’t have the energy for other thoughts.
Until, suddenly, I STOP IMMEDIATELY. I look down at what lies in the snow at my feet with disbelief. Then, guilt. I look around to see who it could belong to and see no one. Just empty gray streets covered in white ice at dusk. I pick up the two $20 bills, pump my arms in the air, and then start running again.
I am grateful for my most lucrative run ever. What a way to kick off 2010.
I was already in my pajamas, certainly not planning on leaving the house again until tomorrow. SMACK! Our second story window frame is rattling and I look over and realize someone has launched a snowball at our window, and struck it dead on. I stand up, guessing I’ll see a band of rebellious teens running away. Nope – it was my friendly neighbor who was out moving his car from one side of the street to the other (for Alternative Side Winter Parking – a very profitable parking restriction for the City of Madison.) He was just reminding us to do the same, essentially saving us $40 in tickets. What a guy! What a neighbor! What a person to be grateful for.
Somehow, its worth putting on two pair of pants, three shirts, a jacket, boots, hat and gloves just to get some (frigid) fresh air these days. Today I forced myself to get out around the neighborhood with my camera and take pictures of the beauty of winter. I knew there had to be some – and I am grateful for what I found. Click on the mosaic to see all my photos from the walk.