Angels and snowstorms

 It is 21 degrees outside with a wind chill that makes it really feel like 8,

and I am sitting in my house barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and jammie pants,

staring out the front window at a panoramic view of snow and ice.

I am sweating and hot from digging my car out of a huge snowdrift.

Yesterday it snowed a foot in my town. It snowed for 12 hours, maybe more.

Schools were closed, businesses were closed, everything was cancelled.

I waited until this morning to dig out my car and I had to do it early 

because the temperature will be dropping like a stone today, down into

 negative digits, with 40 mph wind gusts. This is supposed to last for 3 days.

Winter has finally arrived!

I love the coziness of a snowstorm, being inside my house, hunkered down on the couch with my dog, a book, a blanket. 

I am safe and warm and I am privileged enough that I don't have to go to work or the store. 

I don't even have to shovel my driveway because my brother in law will plow it for me later today.

My furnace is running and my house is cleaned (I did it yesterday during the storm).

My kitchen cupboards are stocked as are my fridge and freezer. 

My car has a full tank of gas. The water pipes are insulated.

My husband taught me well. He was always prepared for stuff like weather emergency's.

He showed me how to turn the water off so the pipes don't freeze, how to check the outside vent of the furnace to make sure it wasn't blocked by snow and ice  and how to hook up the generator (instructions which I no longer remember).

The snowblower needed a new belt 3 years ago, but he never got around to replacing it so that sits in the garage idle, useless, collecting dust.

Last year,  my neighbor, whose name I did not know, started snowblowing my sidewalks without me even asking him. And he's doing it this year too. 

When I finally got up the courage to ask him his name, he replied 

 "My name is Angel."

The symbolism was not lost on me. 

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It's taken me a longtime to make my way back to looking for gratitude.

And it started with a snowstorm and a man named Angel.

Thanks for reading,

Love, Lolly