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Overcast and gloomy, the sky looks ominously like it is about to let loose its bounty of moisture. Rain, snow, or a daunting mix of both may be forthcoming as the day progresses. Armed with a hefty stack of Carolina cut wood and a trusty stove in which it burns, one would think this time is for hunkering down to a weekend reflection at the old farm house. Ever so grateful for the hunkering option, we choose instead to venture out to the local theater to view a live broadcast from the Metropolitan Opera. Eager to meet friends and enjoy the warmth of the theater, we are ever so grateful for the opportunity about to unfold. This thankful aging youngster (in self-perception only) is overjoyed that rigidity, tremor, and lost agility are not barriers, but rather slight impediments to be acknowledged only in the moment of their appearance. It is amazing how a heart of gratitude can change a thought of woe into a head full of “wow”. A mind full of thanks is the ticket for admission to the theater of joy that awaits a curtain call each day!