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Snow White Blues

Okay, it's been a while. I've been working on a new novel but but the real reason I haven't been blogging is that the snow's been getting to me. But not too long ago I saw a photo of my granddaughter wearing her new snow suit sprawled happily across a mound of snow and I got to thinking about when I was a kid in The Bronx, being so gleeful about having a no-school snowy day. This meant my friends and I would all get out our now old-fashioned wood sleds, drag them to the hill at the corner of the block and spend hours and hours climbing, sliding, climbing, sliding...until the moms showed up and dragged us off for dinner. Then there's an old photo I have when I was a teenager with an old beau cleaning off his car. And we were both smiling and happy.

It's time to ditch those Snow White blues. Okay, so I'm not a skier or snow shoer or...well, snow has its place and I have mine...which is indoors in front of a fire! But it's been a long winter and it's not over yet. I need to find my glee. And today's Valentine's Day so it's a good day to heighten my glee meter!

I've been working on it. I got my taxes done early so I wouldn't have that hanging over my head. I've been getting out more, meeting friends, going to the movies with my husband. I mean, really, what's the big deal about the snow? It's not like I have to shovel the stuff, walk miles in slush, and who cares if icicles fall as long as no one is under them.

I tell myself no matter your age life is always too short to waste time on the blues. I want to fill my life with a rainbow of colors. Bright, cheerful colors. It's not something that comes easy. It takes work. So I work on it on my own, with my family and with my friends. We're all working on it.
But it's good work. Productive work. And so I'm blogging again....

Happy Valentine's Day. But let's remember everyone we love every day! It's part of the glee.

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