February 18, 2000Good EnoughThere was a fog over the lake today that tinged the tree branches with ice. It was nice to look at. I wasn't able to get a decent picture, so you'll have to take my word for it. I'm depressed, so I skipped a bunch of journal entries. Garrison Keillor's little piece "Good Enough" says it best: Growing up in a place that has winter, you learn to avoid self-pity. Winter is not a personal experience, everybody else is as cold as you, so you shouldn't complain about it too much. You learn this as a kid, coming home crying from the cold, and Mother looks down and says, "It's only a little frostbite. You're okay." And thus you learn to be okay. What's done is done. Get over it. Drink your coffee. It's not the best you'll ever get but it's good enough.
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