I always enjoy bumping into what I like to call the “glass half full” people, because they provide a healthy counterpoint to my sometimes gloomy outlook.
It’s been consistently cloudy, and often raining, here in central Maine for several days now - a long stretch of gray weather that seems so endless the thought of a sunny day feels like a faded memory from childhood. So it was again this morning when I went to the market to buy a newspaper. As I exchanged pleasantries with the ever-chipper cashier, she agreed that our run of wet weather has grown tiresome.
“But you know what I like to tell people,” she added with characteristic good cheer. “We don’t have to shovel it. There’s no ice, so we can get around without worrying about falling down. And it isn’t cold outside.”
Somehow, the rain seemed less oppressive as I walked back to my car.
It’s been consistently cloudy, and often raining, here in central Maine for several days now - a long stretch of gray weather that seems so endless the thought of a sunny day feels like a faded memory from childhood. So it was again this morning when I went to the market to buy a newspaper. As I exchanged pleasantries with the ever-chipper cashier, she agreed that our run of wet weather has grown tiresome.
“But you know what I like to tell people,” she added with characteristic good cheer. “We don’t have to shovel it. There’s no ice, so we can get around without worrying about falling down. And it isn’t cold outside.”
Somehow, the rain seemed less oppressive as I walked back to my car.
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