Not good vibes for a snow day, which already aren't good vibes day for me.
But, as is so often the case, the Lord sends hope and light.
As I did a first pass on my driveway this morning, my neighbors Pam and Ann came over to help me finish up. I told them I could handle it, but they insisted. As we finished up, I told them that I was grateful on this otherwise grim day for a reminder of good people doing good things for others. (We think alike, thank goodness.)
When I was done, I took a shorter version of my usual walk (thanks, YakTrax, as always). Of course, the first house that I passed was Pam and Ann's. Imagine my delight as I saw them--two women in their 50s--laying in the front yard, hands clasped, making snow angels. I yelled over, "I don't think you could be any cuter if you tried!"
Then, maybe a half a block up, another neighbor--definitely in her late 50s/early 60s--passed me, walking back from shoveling someone else's driveway. At first, from far away, I thought she was another teenager, out making a few bucks. I told her as much and she said, "Thanks for the compliment!"
Anyway, goodness endures. People still take care of each other. We laugh. We play in the snow. We live and we love. It's the only option.