My youngest daughter, Meg, is a college student living in an apartment. She sent this photo yesterday, of the inside of her bedroom window, during what Kansan’s are calling “The Blizzard of Oz”. Cracked me up! And brought back memories. Yet another reason why it’s great to be 49andcounting.
Do you remember where you started from?
Oh my goodness, the poor college student that counted dimes and nickles to pay the Taco Shop delivery boy. (Taco Shop was my sustenance back then.)
The first house that we lived in as a young married couple…the front porch was literally falling off of the house. No air conditioning, and when I was pregnant in Oklahoma in July, my dad somehow gifted us with a “swamp cooler”. I thought it was heaven, now I look back and laugh thinking, how did I ever survive?
Dare I even mention the scattering of bugs when I turned the kitchen lights on in the middle of the night…it was bad, really bad. Or the curtains that moved on the inside of the house when the wind was blowing on the outside.
Or the fact that we had one vehicle that my husband took to work everyday and was gone for 12 hour days.
So Meg, a little snow in the windowsill isn’t going to hurt, get a towel and later some caulking. And I promise you, someday you will look back and remember…where you started from.