It seems there are lessons everywhere.
Last night, it snowed. Not a big deal for December. So this morning I got up to fix my Dad breakfast, then went back to bed. I usually get about an hour of sleep between then and when he leaves on his bus, and boy howdy, that hour is divine. It's so relaxing, because Dad is eating and reading his paper and I don't have to worry about him. Even the mice have stopped their darn scratching, and it's quiet. That hour is the best sleep of the "night," often full of strange dreams.
But today I couldn't sleep, because I kept thinking of that snow. Sometimes the mailman gets mad and stops delivering if there's snow on the steps, and even though the morning after a snowfall is way to early for anybody to get upset, I was still a bit worried. And more importantly, there was guilt to consider. When it snowed on Saturday somebody cleaned off our front walk (along with four other houses) before I even got outside. I felt bad that one of our neighbours did my job, and now here I was in bed. If I didn't get up soon, they might do it again.
So I got up, put on the winter clothes, grabbed a broom and shovel, and went outside. I shoveled our interior walks, then the neighbour's walk, and half of our walk, and then... I found a five dollar bill, buried in the snow. Right there in front of the house.
Made my day. :)
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