When I was a little girl, my sister and I watched a Disney movie called “Polyanna”. In the movie, a little girl (played by Hayley Mills, how’s that for a good memory?) comes to live with a grumpy old lady. I don’t remember much about the story, except that there was a scene where Polyanna notices a prism hanging in the old lady’s window, and makes a big deal of the beautiful rainbow and all the colors. The old lady notices the beauty for the first time, and the two of them take apart all of her lamps and hang prisms all around the house.
Not the most subtle of metaphors, but it stuck with me.
This morning I woke up to yet another school cancellation day. I have nothing to do, having prepared my lessons and done my corrections yesterday. I have baked brownies, made meatballs and sauce, walked the dogs, done laundry, read a kids book for the class. I am bored. And cold. And crabby.
I want sun! I want warm breezes! I want to barbecue, but the grill is buried in four feet of snow.
I look out my living room window, and see nothing but white. I’m sick of watching snow fall; its making me dizzy. The garden fence is almost buried. My walk is only a foot wide, with five foot walls on either side.
The window is filled with icicles, handing down from every inch of the gutter. Sharp, jagged, icy teeth, making me shiver just looking at them.
I decided to lie down on the sofa so I could fully indulge in my misery. I wanted to look at the icicles, those threatening, terrifying blades clustered together, reminding me that I am falling farther and farther behind in the curriculum, and that the kids will be distracted little cyclones tomorrow. I wanted to use the image of the ever growing ice daggers to help me enhance my total crabbiness.
But guess what? When I laid myself back on the pillow and looked out the window, I found myself looking through the beautiful fused glass wind-chime that my son and his girlfriend gave me for Christmas. All of a sudden, the icicles were shining through the brilliant colors of the glass, and the little bit of sunlight that was leaking through made them gleam like rainbows.
My plan was thwarted; my crankiness went away.
I felt like Pollyanna!
9 thoughts on “It’s all in how you look at it.”
I’m happy we have power. And a roof. I don’t like to think about how much weight of snow is up there. We missed the first 5″ of storm … it missed us … but we aren’t missing this. I’m not cranky, just eager for spring. It seems impossible that spring can be so near while the snow is so incredibly deep out there.
I am becoming claustrophobic under all this snow!!! Paul is obsessing about the roof, too. Scary to look up there and see how high its piled.
I love Pollyanna! Each and every one of you!
You played the Glad game. That’s what Pollyanna did every time she was confronted with a problem or sadness. : )
Oh, man, that’s right!! How cloying!
Can’t say I enjoyed the Pollyanna books as a child. She was such a goody-two-shoes, I wanted to smack her in the chops – but that was just me! My sister and I now have an ongoing joke that starts ‘Pollyanna says…’ to come up with ridiculous bright sides to every murky situation.
And I never even knew they were books! She was obnoxious, I remember that, even from the movie! I just really liked that prism/rainbow scene. That’s the only part I remember~ and I loved Hayley Mills’ accent!
This is the post I anticipated back when you said you were sick of summer!
What?! I said that? Seriously?
I was delusional.