Wahooing Winter

My husband and I are musicians. And we’re parents. Our “backstage” experiences with our son (our little frog) deeply affect who we are. Recent insights:

Complaining isn't going to make the day go any sweeter or easier...

...But the snowstorms (and the canceled concerts, lessons, preschool and social plans they bring) are getting me down. All plans to be productive fade when there's a kid to entertain and snow to shovel.

And still, there are a lot of people out there with great attitudes, including my cheery barista, Ethan, who's rocking shots at Medford's very fine Tamper Cafe.

And, of course, there are hard-working folks dedicated to snow removal so the rest of us can park and get around. The postal workers are still delivering mail. And the firefighters are out there clearing off fire hydrants (in addition to their regular workload).

I still feel frustrated for my own inconvenience. But it's hard to wallow too hard, when surrounded by the triumph of the human spirit. Go, optimists!!! You rock!



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