Clouds? Sure but, blessings more.

It’s cold, damn cold!!

I guess my blood hasn’t thickened, yet.

Today was the kind of day,

where you think,

Why did I get up?

One good thing,

 it’s over.

Next.

So, the holiday season being upon us,

I have been pondering and reflecting,

I can hear you thinking,

BB don’t ponder so much,

 chill.

You know you’re right,

but,

this is positive pondering,

 I promise.

The bookstore was practically deserted today,

on the radio,

White Christmas.

It reminded me of this song from the movie

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

Sometimes, I forget to count my blessings.

In no particular order these are things, people, that I’m grateful for:

mom,

the dude,

 my ex… friend extraordinaire,

the Habs,

good hair,

straight teeth,

being bi-cultural,

gift of gab,

my blog,

books,

my Blundstones,

beautiful women,

Quentin Tarantino,

beer,

my godson,

his brothers and sister,

a wise owl confidant,

hot showers,

pickles,

a hot writer with espresso eyes,

friends with an inflatable bed,

plaid,

coffee,

being born in the 20th century,

my grandparents,

bagels,

John Coltrane,

moleskin notebooks,

Autumn,

duvets,

The New Yorker,

Linus Van Pelt,

baseball caps,

Broadway musicals,

Emma Goldman,

boxer shorts,

Bruce Sprinsteen,

Ste-Catherine Street,

Coca-cola,

2B pencils,

greasy Chinese,

self-deprecation,

thundershowers,

John Donne,

Bach,

Apple pie,

Kate Winslett,

the St-Lawrence,

blue skies,

fig newtons,

jeans,

Julia Roberts,

glasses.

And on and on.

When I feel rotten,

I remember the world has and or had these wonderful things or people in it.

Later girls,

keep your chin up

BB