Oh, for heaven’s sake! I am not one to wish my days away. At best I figure I have maybe a few short of 10,000 left and in the overall scheme of things I have a few more than 10,001 things I want to do. It’s looking as if I may not get to do everything I have planned to do in life, but letting a day slip by without giving it my best shot just isn’t on my agenda.
However, I can be thankful for the weekend. It is like putting the period at the end of a rambling sentence this week. For some reason July is one of those months when the family calendar is filled with doctors’ appointments. And, here is the good news. Everyone is in better health than anticipated. My husband is doing better than expected. My mother-in-law’s cancer seems to be shrinking (without treatment in over a year). So, for me this has been a wonderful week filled with good news on the family front. Of course, and I do say this with my tongue in cheek — what will she complain about now?
Well, it looks like we are all doing pretty well on the health front and that was enough for one week — or should have been.
But, then I got an email today from a friend who wanted to know if we were okay. Well, yes! I had already confirmed that everyone got a good report from the docs. It seems that we had an earthquake here today. It was reported to be a 3.2. Now, to be honest with you I have no idea what that means. I guess it has something to do with the amount of shaking going on. I was really glad my friend emailed me to tell me about it. She’s in Kansas. Amazing how fast news travels. Anyway, it seems that in some areas north and east of us there was some real shaking. Nothing here. So, that is something to be thankful for. In fact, I think I’m just about as thankful that I didn’t know about it until a few hours after the fact.
Now, this may seem like a crazy thing to be thankful for, but this week I am really thankful that our kids are grown and out of the house. Just playing taxi for family this week has thrown me totally out of kilter. I guess when we get older we prefer a slower moving routine — with emphasis on routine. Or, maybe we just like to plan our own time. Anyway, for that reason I am particularly thankful for the weekend — marking the end of a week that I could not control.
Tonight I took a stroll outside. Dinner was over. It had rained for a while. My husband and I had watched a movie and he beat me at a game of cribbage. I just needed to walk outside and take a deep breath. Sometimes, we all need to take a deep breath — inhale new, fresh air and let out all the worn out air our bodies have been holding. It really has a calming effect.
I closed my eyes and inhaled as much air as my lungs will hold. I counted to ten and opened my eyes as I exhaled. That should have done it, but sometimes the universe throws in a little something extra. I cloud passed in front of me. Then, I felt the damp air as a cloud passed all around me. Those times are really special.
There is a difference between being in fog and having a cloud pass. The fog is thick and still. It descends like a blanket. But, when you feel a cloud surround you it is magical. If the night light is right, you can see the thickness and then the thinning of the cloud as it moves past. It is almost as if an apparition surrounds the body and moves on. Or, as my husband often says, it is a kiss from God.
Tonight I am thankful for that little kiss.
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