Last week when it became more apparent we’d be in for a solid polar belt this weekend, the oral vomit of anxiousness and complaining began in full force.
This morning, it’s embarrassing to read posts about the horrible weather.
Why is it embarrassing?
The complaints are coming from folks who have a warm home, food, and other luxuries (or unnecessary luxuries) that many can only remember, or imagine.
Their lack of gratitude I find embarrassingly sad.
One social media poster complained about the grayness of their morning adding, “We watched ‘The Sound of Music,’ last night and I could enjoy the cold if I lived in Salzburg.”
I loved my peek at the sun’s relevé over the homes across Shroyer Road. It was beautiful.
I hope the constant complainers find something for which to be thankful.
As for me and my house of four dogs, we’re going to make it a great day.