LIFE HAS A LIFE OF ITS OWN

Wow! It is 11:30AM and I am just starting to write. I don't know what I have been doing all Morning. We are emerging from a cold spell. It was -11 F when I got up, it has warmed up to 7.5 and we are not supposed to get much below zero for the next week. Wednesday is supposed to be above freezing!

I had a great time Saturday night. There is a back story. Jamie had been planning on going to a special program in Mora, that is part of a local festivity called the Vasaloppet. It has been held annually for 46 years and the main feature is a ski race that has international participation. The program she wanted to attend was a comedic revue featuring singing and various skits. We knew some participants.

I didn't want to go. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the cold. Maybe I am getting to be an 'old stick in the mud'. On Friday I didn't want to go. Saturday came and we got Acorn TV and I could imagine staying home by my cozy wood stove, binge watching British television programs; then I really didn't want to go. I had made a commitment the week before and Jamie was eager to go so I kept my reluctance to myself.

Was I glad I went! It was a fabulous show. The singing talent was sparkling! The comedic talent amazing! I haven't been so entertained in a very long time. These were all local people. The idea that we have among our neighbors and friends, folks that have the talent to entertain us so beautifully, is so wonderful. I shouldn't be surprised, as I have wrote before, that I thought every community had the people that could provide better entertainment than our televisions. And it is so wonderful to get out among your neighbors, I talked to people I haven't seen for a long time. Most of us live a pretty isolated existence, our TVs and other technologies keep us separated. An e-mail or text message is not the same as rubbing elbows.

Two lessons here: one, it reinforced, what I knew but needed a reminder, that we have all the talent locally for our entertainment and edification. Two, we can't predict life by our momentary perceptions. There is an adage, “life has a life of its own.” I don't discern its full meaning, but in this case, I really thought I didn't want to go and my only driver was I didn't want to disappoint Jamie. Here, I discovered, that life had a surprise for me. My reluctance to go was not guidance. [I am not sure guidance ever comes in the form of a negative]

We don't always know what we really want.

On that note I have to quit. I haven't washed the dishes yet or broken my fast and we have to take our usual Monday trip to town and the Amish for milk.

Happy Monday!

Love and Peace, Gregg