tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22739515.post8873872339864687422..comments2023-10-30T05:23:51.147-04:00Comments on The Mater: Laugh and dig, laugh and digThe Materhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14778426906330684079noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22739515.post-69013654524958508262007-12-18T15:06:00.000-05:002007-12-18T15:06:00.000-05:00I remember when I was little I use to love snow. ...I remember when I was little I use to love snow. Now, it's just a hassel.<BR/><BR/>I think that's the cruelest part about getting older. It's not the gray hair or the sore knees...it's the lack of wonder. There's very little magic anymore.<BR/><BR/>*sigh*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22739515.post-37772067732461648122007-12-18T10:16:00.000-05:002007-12-18T10:16:00.000-05:00It's a lot of work, but enjoy.One great Saturday e...It's a lot of work, but enjoy.<BR/><BR/>One great Saturday evening I settled in to watch Dr. Zhivago. A heavy snowfall had been predicted, so I wasn't surprised when I opened the front door at intermission to see what was happening and about a foot had already fallen. I couldn't stop smiling. <BR/> The movie ended late, I went to bed, and in the morning when I opened the door, I was met with a Patti McCrackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00254723976146583218noreply@blogger.com