Tomorrow Tomorrow

The sun'll come out

Tomorrow.

Bet your bottom dollar that 

Tomorrow 

There'll be sun!

Can you hear yourself singing that eternally optimistic song?  I loved it as a kid...I love it still.

It seems a fitting song to reflect my attitude thus far over the course of this winter.  This nasty, bitterly cold, endlessly persistent winter marked by extreme temperatures and more snow than I've seen in my life.  I haven't let it defeat me.  I haven't let it stop us from acting on any of the plans we've made; I haven't let it challenge my optimism.  My attitude has been far more like this:

When I'm stuck with a day

that's gray

and lonely,

I just stick out my chin 

and grin

and say...

But I give up.  I'm done now.

Yesterday morning, when I checked for the day's weather forecast, I did so with anticipation because on Monday the weather network suggested that today would be the day where the mercury began to climb again.

But of course, the news was the opposite:  Extreme temperature alerts; extreme wind alerts; blowing snow alerts; dangerous driving conditions.  Really, how many times do we have to be named the coldest place on earth before finally just succumbing to the elements...

...and staying home.

I'm convinced that those seven-day Environment Canada weather forecasts are deliberately misleading - always providing hope for two or three days from now, only to find out on then that the good weather is actually now another two or three days out.

So you gotta hang on

'Til tomorrow

Come what may

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow!

So yesterday, suddenly unable to face another day of that kind of cold, I canceled our plans for day and evening, and we hunkered down at home.  I baked my best recipe of cinnamon buns; we spontaneously invited some friends over for the afternoon; the kids watched a movie and played; and I drank tea and visited with my friend.

I'm usually not much of a weather whiner, though heaven knows we who live here have a right to be. The kids still play outside (just a little more bundled); we still do everything we plan to do (yesterday being the notable exception); and we just get on with life.  It's kinda like all of those years we lived in Vancouver - people were always bitching and complaining throughout the rainy months, but my perspective always was that you can't let a little rain stop you from engaging in life.  In all of the years we were in Vancouver, I didn't even own an umbrella - it seemed an encumbrance for just getting on with life.

Anyway, I made a new decision yesterday:  Sometimes it's ok to just give up on a day's possibilities and create different ones.

After all, there's always...

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow!

I love ya

Tomorrow!

You're always

A day

Away!