What’s Good?

What’s good? What’s healthy? What’s normal? I have to wonder about all this stuff because I didn’t learn it at home. Most of us don’t, as a matter of fact. Sad, but absolutely true. Normal is a setting on the washer. Normal wear and tear on a lease car if you’re meticulous and mostly ride in the car alone. Me and my husband and three kids, completely different pictures come to mind about what would be the normal amount of wear for one of our vehicles in a year.

And good. Come on, now. What’s good for me (‘Hey, I found three thousand bucks in a wallet with no ID!) and what’s good for you (‘I lost my wallet and it had three thousand dollars in it.’) You get the idea. You having cancer is bad for you, but in a manner of speaking, good for the staff at the cancer center where you receive treatment, right? Bleh. That one I don’t even like thinking about.

My best friend and I used to play this game of devil’s advocate, we called it fortunately/unfortunately, where one of us would begin a statement with fortunately… and the other one would follow up with UNfortunately… It amused us at 14. Then we grew up. Sometime we still play it. Sometimes it’s amusing. Other times it’s depressing.

Today if I were talking to her I’d say fortunately, I’m accustomed to this type of weather, and so this snowstorm doesn’t seem as bad to me as it does to the longtime residents of New Jersey. According to them, this is the worst winter many of them have ever seen. We got a couple feet of snow over the course of the last couple days.  Maybe even two and a half feet. Since Tuesday, and it’s Friday. I hear they declared a state of emergency, but that just might be fictitious small town gossip. Hard to say. Small town life is what I’m not accustomed to. Fortunately, I’m adapting quickly.