A cold beginning as the years move on.
This is my favorite last photo of 2010.
I snapped it yesterday while Bill and I were snow shoeing along Upper Pack River north of Sandpoint.
It was cold.
Still is, in fact, on this New Year's morning.
Regardless of the calendar date, some things never change.
Animals are hungry.
Dishes get dirty.
Fires need food.
And, each new day is filled with the hope of making it a good day.
I often judge the day's probabilties by how easily those little details involved with morning chores go.
Will the barn door open with ease?
Will I dribble hay all over the barn aisle, or will the hay dribble down my neck beneath my shirt and into my bra?
Will I get the hay out there to the barnyard before one of the lady horses decides to unload and splatter her stall from stem to stern?
I try to hurry with the hay each day just to avoid that putrid odor of a fresh urine lake.
Will I bump the shovel on a board and spill half the contents of horse apples everywhere but into the cart?
And so on.
Well, this morning's routine went smoothly, so it looks like a good day.
As I think back on the first smile of the day, it came immediately as I took my first sip of coffee and when my Outlook mail opened.
Someone wanted to befriend me on Facebook.
Another student from the past with some nice words.
I immediately accepted and told Erin she gave me the first smile of 2011.
As the day unfolds, I hope for many more.
We're going to a wedding this afternoon. I'll bet there'll be smiles and even a few tears.
Over the past several days, I've read a lot of different takes on drumming up those New Year's resolutions.
Whatever the goals, they always seem to have something to do with fat and peace.
Less of one and more of the other.
Not bad guidelines for living one's life, whatever the year.
As I think of 2111, I'll hope for days filled with smiles, laughter and constant positive connections with friends and family.
All can be very sustaining.
And, I'll take advantage of every outing like yesterday to enjoy nature's beauty with my husband and with anyone else of like mind.
If those goals are attained, the fat and peace should take care of themselves.
Happy New Year.
Thank you, Patsy, for bringing attention to my major time blooper. We'll hold back on that 100-year span, and I'll start writing 2011.
3 comments:
I love your hope for the future, but I don't think we are going to be around for 2111. (smile)...unless you are on to something like the fountain of youth.
Oops. :) Do you know that I wrote all my checks at 2111 cuz I thought it was so easy?
Guess I'd better slow down. Thanks for the fact check; you've saved me much more embarrassment for 2011.
You're welcome, now my quandry is this...is it twenty eleven or two thousand eleven ? Happy New Year!
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