Cool picture, huh? ‘Dis ain’t no Vanilla Ice rap – dis is da real t’ang, dontcha know! Jes goes ta show, you go home in search of winter, you’ll find it…

Today we had ice – not as much as just ten or so miles north and west of us here in North Billerica, Mass, but enough to blow our Comcast Internet out of the water for several hours. Outside the 495 belt, like in the Dracut-Tyngsboro metroplex, fellow Goodboy Ben “The Funny Guy” Andrusaitis reports it’s a war zone – sure the bars are open, but they’re having to serve by candlelight. Very romantic.

We’re hearing there are a lot of places with pictures like the above not too many miles away from here.

Had dinner tonight Mexican style at Margaritas in Waltham. South of here, and away from all the ice. Good food, great view of a big bright moon shining through the clouds racing before it. The wind was up over the Charles, and walking across the Moody Street bridge, icy wind whipping against my face and beyond tired and worn down after yet another hellish week at work, I couldn’t help but think of George Bailey on the bridge in “It’s A Wonderful Life”. In my case, I knew if I were to jump in, there’d be no angel to save me.

Tonight I can sleep in and look forward to (hopefully) a relaxing day tomorrow. Winter in New England is beautiful. Strange, then, the thought that I’d like to get back to Gilbert Arizona if only to put up a small silver Christmas tree by the swimming pool, ala the Eagles in their great “Please Be Home For Christmas” video.

Work and all the crap aside, it makes me realize just how fortunate I am in both my life and work. Being able to have the best of both worlds – I mean, how good is that? Another good reason indeed to live a life of gratitude to God for all the blessing He has bestowed upon us.