Finding Gratitude in Cold Places
By The Writing Life on December 09, 2013
These things make for a raw start to the day.Going to bed wondering if the puddle forming beneath the boiler in the basement might turn out to be more troublesome than we think.Going to bed wondering whether the dog will manage to tear another stitch or two out of the wound on his leg despite the fact that he is toting around a giant plastic cone.Going to bed knowing that tomorrow morning won't bring my customary latte because I'm fasting for an abdominal ultrasound.I woke up to a house that has finally succumbed to the "cold snap" the news has been talking of for a week. The boiler gave it up while we slept and the radiators are frozen hunks of iron, no good for warming my towel as I shower. The dispatcher warns that it might be days because most of the folks in town have no heat, either, and haven't for days. . . .