Snow, The Firemen And The Puppy

On Monday, February 15,, in Newscoma, by newscoma

The snow was back on the ground. I don’t how people who live farther up north feel about living in a winter wonderland, but as a dyed-in-the-blue Southerner, I’m over it. I remember living in Montreal, and although 20+ years later I tend to romanticize it, I now remember what it was like to live with snow. I don’t believe that I enjoyed it after weeks up there either.

I think I’m going back to Memphis soon, but life right now is not knowing one day from the next. It’s a bit disconcerting at times but it is what it is.

I know one thing I do need. I need a new outfit, a new bouncy haircut and a fruffy drink with an umbrella in it. Sometimes I’m such a girl.

So, as today has been me dropping plates and glasses, spilling an entire Sprite, wistfully thinking of idealism over practicalities and, as of last night, standing at a fire, you know, the ones I used to cover when I was in print and broadcast news with a spring in my step, I’ll get a good night’s sleep and start another day.

They saved a puppy from the flames that went up 20 feet into the air in the house. I find that to be just wonderful, as I stood in the ice watching the firemen battle the flames despite the cold wet, the family apparently standing under umbrellas watching their home go up in flames with the harsh irony that the ice was coming down and could not save their home. Tongue and groove homes tend to go up fast the fire chief told me as we stood watching it burn.

No one could save it, but their dog is alive and they looked grateful.

I made a huge realization from watching this scene unfold.

Despite these gray days with frozen water beating us down, I’m still lucky because I have another day without the hardships that they are facing.

I have to remind myself of these things sometimes.