Clearly, I am thankful that Love has found its way back to The House on the Hill after an extremely long and unfortunate absence.
I am thankful for Cali and Luna, my sweet kitties. I’m thankful for the roof over my head and the Gargoyle that sits on that roof and keeps me safe.
I’m thankful for all you friendly, kindhearted Modern Philosophers, who make me feel like I have a lovely internet family…well, more like a bunch of crazy cousins who I never see, but talk to all the time.
What I am not thankful for, and the Pilgrims can roll over in their graves if they must, is the first snow, which arrived this morning.
Hate the stuff, regardless of how postcard-esque it might look to you.
All it means is that Snow Miser has arrived and brought Winter along with him. You all know how much I dislike Snow Miser, and there’s absolutely no way I’m inviting the dude to The House on the Hill for Thanksgiving.
He’s just too much!
I know you love photos of the Maine snow, so be thankful that my camera crew was on hand to capture these shots of the first snow of the season…
These two were taken from the front porch of The House on the Hill when I first woke up this morning. I was still in my pajamas, and ran outside because I could not believe my eyes. My life is like Groundhog Day, only with snow.
I swore I could hear Snow Miser laughing with delight in the distance…
It’s just so weird because I looked at the weather report yesterday with The Sweet Irish Girl before we headed to the airport, and I distinctly remember mentioning that there was no snow in the forecast.
Obviously, Snow Miser knew I’d be feeling low because my Sweetheart had returned to Ireland, so he brought in the snow to kick me while I was down.
Mondays are bad enough, but when you add snow to my sadness and then multiply that by having to return to work, you have a most horrible equation.
I am thankful that Thanksgiving is this week, but I am not at all thankful for the arrival of the first snow.
If only we could stuff Snow Miser and drown him in gravy…