Yesterday so many of us in the New Haven, Connecticut Metro area shared the same bit of magical thinking. We figured if we invested in getting our cars washed after the week's two storms, that would be it. No more snow. We bellied up our bucks for The Works.
But there has been much to be thankful for. Among those tender mercies was displacing my keys when I exited my car, as the snow started falling. I was focused on putting the leash back on my four-footed companion Lee K. Like all dogs in our complex he has been totally baffled by where to do his business without grass visible. By time Lee K. was on the snow, there was no sign of the keys. I hunted under the car. I hunted in the car. I hunted through all my pockets.
Then there there were buried in the carpeting under the driver's seat. Lee K., who I had deposited back in the car to keep warm, was very patient. The immediate epiphany was: The mental health experts and spiritual leaders are right on the money: Be grateful for whatever. I was and am. Replacing the keys would have taken days and cost a small fortune.
I did not sulk when Lee K. didn't do his business on our walk back to my residence. We'll figure that one out tomorrow.