I
have had a fumbly, bumbly Morning. I woke up in kind of a fog. I went
to the grocery store, the prescriptions I was to pick up in the
pharmacy section were not in. I wanted whole dates, all they had were
chopped dates. When I went to check out I realized I forgot my bags
in the car. My amusing suggestion that the clerk run out and get them
fell on deaf ears. I felt foolish. I pulled my debit card out of the
reader too fast and had to reinsert, people waiting, feeling more
foolish, more jokes falling on deaf ears.
I
got home, fried up a leftover baked potato with three eggs, while
carrying food over to chair, the fork hopped off the plate landing on
the floor with a one or two pieces of potato. Sat down had a few
bites and again my fork decided to part ways with me, this time it
got quite fuzzy.
It
was a delicious breakfast when I remembered I was eating. On my way
into my study I was carrying a full cup of coffee, I had a newspaper
in my other hand, so I tried to flip on the light switch with the
coffee cup hand which resulted in big splotches of coffee on the
carpet. Good thing it is a beige carpet. Well perhaps I won't have
another Morning like this for a while.
Then
on a genuinely sad note, I got a message from my daughter saying a
good friend of ours had colon cancer. I sent out an e-mail message to
another good friend to find out what was up and I haven't got an
answer yet. I was able to search the families Facebook pages and
discovered he is in Veteran's Hospital, he had an operation and
apparently is resting comfortably. I assume this is good news.
I
have known this gentleman for about forty years and I hold him in
very high esteem. I didn't see him very often but every time I did it
was a great pleasure. He is one of these people that brings fresh air
into the conversation. He always seems well grounded and bursting with
good wishes for his fellow man. I don't like to be reminded of our
mortality this way.
Yesterday
was my brother Garth's birthday. He died three years ago. He was
another person who I expected to always be in my life. Garth was 14
months younger than me, my friend is six months younger. I put a
happy birthday message on Facebook for Garth and I mentioned that it
was no weather for a picnic. This was an inside joke.
It
probably was fifty years ago, we as good Minnesotans were sitting
around complaining about the weather. It was March. Garth said, "It is
usually nice enough weather on my birthday to have a picnic." Well it
may have been every tenth or fifteenth March 12th. He was
so sure and adamant about it at the time, I had to remind him of it
on his birthday every year since. About ten years went by with my
annual teasing, and lo and behold, on one March twelfth it was
beautiful. Garth and Arlene put on a picnic at Columbia Park and
invited the family. It was great. A perfect picnic, a perfect day. I
didn't stop commenting on the weather on subsequent birthdays, though.
Yes!
Some events remind us of our mortality but they also bear witness to
the preciousness of life. Oh and life is grand! What an amazing world
we live in. We can change so much of what we see, just by changing
how we see. When I am caught up in my fumbly bumbly thoughts I see
one world, when I take a deep breath and look again, I can see a
world shining with love and good will for all.
We
continuously create this illusion in front of us, if we love it it
will conform to our love. It will reflect love back to us.
Love
and Peace, Gregg
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