Happy V-day
Happy V-Day. And much thanks to my mom, who never ceases in her sweetness to send me chocolate from Aunt Charlotte’s in Jersey. My friends at school are enjoying the chocolate-covered coconut - as am I. 
This year is different, that’s for sure. Perhaps for once in my life I will have to force myself to look at my past, present, and future and accept them all as they are and may be. That isn’t such a bad thing, and it’s about time.
I drove past a man playing basketball by himself in the snow this morning and three hours later, he was still there when I came home for lunch. He seemed to have no problem at all being alone.
Then I turned on the television for a short period of time and saw Bob Ross, the man who did "The Art of Painting" on public television. As he painted his happy trees, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live in the shoes of these two men, differently absorbed with activity and nature, not overly concerned with the affairs of the world, either nearby or far away.
Then again, how else would we be able to follow the unhappy saga of Dick Cheney’s hunting accident? In all truth, let’s hope Harry Whittington manages to recover and head back to nature. Perhaps in the future, he’ll consider spending some time in it without a gun or Dick Cheney.
Did I mention it was V-Day? Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. I hope my friends and family know how much I truly love them.
