Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!

So, when I woke up yesterday morning, there was somewhere between a trace and an inch of snow on the ground-depending on where you are. It melted (of course) and I thought that I had seen the last of it for a while. I was wrong. Today, all day, it had threatened to snow and even did a little bit here and there, but it didn't accumulate into anything. It wasn't until tonight when there were flashes of lightning as well as several peals of thunder before the snow really began to fall. It's still snowing as I write this and there's a good two to three inches out there, at least.

Yes, I'm one of those people who loves snow. I find it calming and I love the sight of it. It just has this magical quality to it. So, in the immortal words that famous carol: "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

Happy Thanksgiving.

Well, sort of. You see, even though it's after midnight, I have yet to go to bed, so thus, it is still technically Thanksgiving. So I say to you, Happy Thankgiving.

I know I have been slacking on posting here, but I have been going a million miles an hour in every direction. Let's see what happened in November, up until now. I've reread Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and I am now rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (either one can be considered November's Book of the Month). I actually had a nice Thanksgiving with my grandparents, my aunt, and my mother and her husband. Those who have ever encountered him will be stunned and surpised that the entire time they visited was actually pleasant (or as close as that's possible). I found out that my store is closing actually for good due to the fact that it went bankrupt. I found another job and have been working there one day a week, which means I now basically have one day off a week. I have managed to keep what's left of my sanity while the world seems to be spinning out of control. So yeah, that's how November has been for me.

I hope all is well with you.

WARNING-The following is the result of a random philosophical moment I just had. Bear with me.

So, how do you spend your time? We are given a set amount of years, months, days, hours, etc. in which we exist upon this earth. In that amount of time, we live our daily lives, and about 95% of each day is on autopilot. We get up in the morning, get ready for work, work, go home, eat dinner, maybe watch a little television before heading off to bed and starting the cycle all over again.

During this time, how often do you help others? Do you hold the door for a person who’s hands are full, or tip your local barista, or even trade seats on an airplane so a family can sit together? The decisions we make, even in a split second, can mean a lot when they add up. The simplest action can mean so much more, even if you don't suspect that it does.

We've all been the shoulder when a friend needs one, but how often has a total stranger opened up to you? It has happened to me many times, and yet, it still seems odd each time. I am no more human than you are, yet people have confided in me some really dark stuff. I dispense advice, if I can, all I really am is an ear for them to speak to. Some people just have so much pent up, that even if it's a total stranger, they release so much pain and confusion when they can. All I can offer is some common sense advice and a kind word. It isn't much to me, but it's the world to them.

What I'm getting at is this: if all you do is help someone in a small way each day, you day is never a waste. And in the end, it really does matter.