We've been lucky. We should appreciate it, because that luck might be running out.
Last Friday I shared an old story about how I'm lucky in that I don't have to choose between “city” and “beach” because, where I live, I have them both. Here's another way in which I've been lucky--
I played soccer with Loraine yesterday.
Now, what makes me think I'm lucky because I played soccer with Loraine on Sunday, something I do pretty much every weekend? Well, we played soccer on November 24th. We've been playing soccer together for seven or eight years now, and it's rare that we get to play on a clear field this late into the season. There was last year, the year with no winter, and then there was...
Nope. That was it. But because we had just a few (unexpected) flakes of snow yesterday we got to play soccer at the end of November and, if our luck holds, although the forecast isn't promising, we'll get to do it Thanksgiving morning, as well.
After all, you have to burn off all those calories SOME way, right?
8-)
I realize that our good luck may be bad luck for some people, especially those who depend on winter weather for their livelihood. And I totally get that. But, if Mother Nature is handing us lemons, we might as well make a little lemonade out of it, and work on our sprints and corner kicks, right?
Admittedly, playing soccer at the end of November isn't like when we play at the end of July. There's not a lot of green grass and sunshine and sweat.
Instead, it looks like this--
But you know what? We'll take it any week of November through March. After all, we get to play soccer during a season when we should be complaining about the snow and the cold.
And because of that, we consider ourselves lucky.
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