Pale Grass

Is it icy, icy, icy where you are?

If the answer is no...I'm jealous. :)

When the radio blared at its horridly early hour this morning, I heard the man say they'd be announcing school closings. You know...the only thing worse than realizing the weather is bad enough to warrant school closings is realizing you don't teach school so you have to risk life and limb to get to work.

Normally I don't stress about weather since I live so close to work, but today was a little harrowing. Lots of spinning, some sliding, some fishtailing...none of it really bothered me until I got onto campus and saw a student literally flailing his way across the parking-lot-turned-skating-rink, and I thought, Oh dear...I hope I don't wipe him out on his way to class!

We managed to avoid each other, and I made it INSIDE the building still on my own two feet. A student nearby was not so fortunate.

The ice may have covered the outside of my world, but my mind churned on, and a conversation I had with a friend led me to ponder...

My friend emailed me to ask a question, and since we don't talk all that often, the question led to the exchange of pleasantries. I asked about her life...her husband, her (not even kidding you) GORGEOUS little girl, her new baby...and she said they were all doing well. She said she enjoys reading up on life in Bekahland and sometimes she envies my ability to curl up with coffee and writing...or my escapes to scrapping adventures.

I smiled when I read that because I remember when I found out this friend was getting married. I remember writing in my journal how happy I was for her and how I would love to walk in her shoes. I admired her perseverance and her approach to her relationship. I remember when she had that first baby and how I hoped if I ever had a little girl, she'd be as endearing as this one. Over and over I've hoped to someday enjoy a life like hers.

Ironic, isn't it?

The grass may be greener on the other side, but I am working to love the pale grass.