It was good to see you last week. I’ve missed writing the little columns. My last one was July 2007. You made me realize that I still want to write them. I’m going to start again with a blog spot I haven’t been using for anything. I’ m not sure how often I’ll write, but at least once a week because it feels good to start thinking about what I want to write about again. I set it up when I had a client and then the work was too stupid, so I quit. I’m not usually a quitter but I have less patience for stupidity and time-wasting than I used to. I do try to be nicer to people than I used to be because it seems like life is much harder lately and an extra smile or pleasant word won’t kill me and might be good for me.
It seems like we’re living in a very difficult time no matter where I look. The news is not often very cheery. Christmas used to be more fun. We could burn fires in our fireplaces without worrying about the air police. I understand the need to reduce pollution. My background is in energy conservation, but it would be nice to have some good news wouldn’t it?
When I think back about the months when I was recuperating and couldn’t do anything for myself, I realize how little control we have over anything and how most of the things I thought were so important weren’t. The house didn’t fall down because things didn’t get done my way. The garden suffered but gardens change and evolve anyhow, so now I have a different garden. It’s the same with some of my friendships. People I thought would stay in touch while I was out of circulation didn’t, but other friendships deepened and I treasure them more.
So I try to find the bright spots and listen to music that soothes me or escape into books and do centering prayer. I should have done that tonight instead of eating nearly an entire bag of gingersnaps that aren’t going to be kind to me later on tonight. I don’t know what got into me, but I just felt a little crazy and went for them. I guess I’d better not buy those anymore.
It’s getting late, time to go home and escape into a book. Tonight the word is gratitude. I have much to be grateful for and I need to remember that when I get home and the bathroom is all torn up from a shower leak and the house is cold because Jim sets the thermostat very low in the evening. I’ll slide into my flannel nightgown and then stick to my flannel sheets like one of those storyboards we used to have in Sunday school and think of your house all warm and cozy. Love and peace, pat
p.s. Here are some photos I took of our pets today. Elmo the cat especially enjoyed the photo session. Can you tell how happy he is?
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