the white powder started dropping heavy yesterday, and no I am not referring to your dirty habits in this post, but the pure simplicity of a bona fide Seattle snow day. the kind where my attempt to drive to work ends in a near insurance claim in which I would undoubtably be to blame for stupidly sliding into and underneath a brand new Escalade. I could have died. so I play hookey instead, skipping the madness of the Seattle streets, under icy lockdown, and make caramel corn again.
today will be more of same. i could not feel more blessed on this quiet, white washed morning. to think of the homeless and sleepless these last days, to remember that i DO have everything, that the pleasure of a hot meal and a warm bath and a cozy blanket make up the fabric of a good life. a good book and electric heat - luxuries.
i will celebrate my good fortune and send my goodwill out into this quiet morning, paying even closer attention to the goodness of black coffee, eggs frying and bread toasting in the oven. this is my Thanksgiving day. I have much to be thankful for. we all do.
But who will instill a love for the beautiful game in those kids, so that one day, as they anonymously push a ball around a youth league field, some scout will approach and remind them they'd make way more money playing basketball or something?
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