When I headed outdoors early this morning, my breath was nearly taken away by the cold, and in spite my knowing it was predicted, my first experience of the season was remarkable. While writing an email to one of my dear friends out East, I mentioned my belief this November is going to go down in my book as being the windiest. Let’s hope it doesn’t continue like this when our real winter does arrive because we’re going to have some noticeably large utility bills.
After I arrived at office and attended to my early morning chores, I placed a call to a dear friend just to ask if she was up and dressed because I had a small gift to give her. She was OK with me stopping over, so out I headed. When I arrived and handed her my little gift, I apologized for not dropping it off sooner, but perhaps it was meant to be because she could certainly put it to use this Holiday Season. After a short yet pleasant chat, I headed over to a groceteria to pick up a few things for the office and then drove over to check on a vacant home I have listed, just to make sure the furnace was running properly. Thank goodness it was, so back to office I went.
Having no real estate appointments scheduled, I changed my clothes and headed out to my project to get some additional work done, and while driving there, I noticed Kwik Trip had eggs and butter on sale, so I stopped and picked up what I needed. While within, I was once again amazed at how lax our general public is regarding these spiking cases of the China-virus when seeing not one soul wearing a mask. I absolutely don’t get what their reasoning is.
I spent a good three solid hours working on my project, but when discovering our low afternoon sun was shining too much in my eyes to where I couldn’t see what I was doing, I figured it was time to call it quits, so I headed back to office, changed my clothes and plopped myself down at keyboard and began playing. Since I had a stack of music in a folder at my fingertips, I ran thru each one several times and then moved onto the next. I noticed the sun beginning to set, so I looked at the clock and to my surprise, I’d been at it for well over an hour, so I called it quits for the day and headed home.
While out and about today, I noticed there weren’t as many cars on the highways, so I’m guessing everyone had themselves where they needed to be more sooner than later. One of my dear ones from out of State sent me several text messages with photos attached, and one of them was of a striking landscape. After giving those photos a good look, I sent a text back saying, “You seem to enjoy taunting me with your beautiful scenery instead of sending your sympathies to those of us who’re having to endure this frigid cold.” I sometimes wonder what’s keeping us winter haters here during these cold months. Perhaps we’re paying it forward for someone else.
While diligently working on today’s project, I was experiencing flash-backs of many years gone by where our extended family would get together to celebrate Thanksgiving by having a near-half or full day of each others company. Some were memorable and some were not, but what can one say when talking about blood relatives because as they say, “You can pick your friends but not your relatives.”
In that email to my dear friend this morning, I made mention of some wicked things some not so loving people did to me this past summer, just as a reminder that no matter how well we think we know someone, their real characters emerge not long after there’s been an intervening circumstance such as a death. Once again I say, “From bad things come good things as long as we reach for them.”, and from some really bad things have sprouted a deeper understanding of giving thanks for those soul/spirit awakenings of mine.
Someone just recently mentioned how it’s good to hold on to past habits and associations, but also to never feel beholding of them to where if they create any sort of back-washing return into something we know is not good for use, then it’s best to simply walk away because life is far too short. The unfortunate thing with me, is my still not being able to permanently expunge memories of past words and actions of others. I kiddingly said to one of my dear ones recently, “Wouldn’t it be great if we could plug in a blank flash drive into our brains and upload all our bad memories into it, and then place it in a sealed container which would never be re-visited?” He laughed and said, “If you could invent something that could do that, then you’d be a multi-billionaire.” When thinking about it, I’m sure there’d be buyers standing in double lines waiting to buy one. So much for wishful thinking.
I’m hoping all of you had a memorable day even if you’d already celebrated it this past weekend. The daily giving of thanks is something all of us should be working at in these troubling times where it seems there are all the many loud mouths running around trying to get the general public to drink their political “Kool-Aid”. I just read an article today on BBC online where Erodigan who’s the leader of Turkey, is slowly turning his country into something akin to Putin’s Russia and Xi’s China. After reading it, I’m all the more convinced the remaining democracies in our world are being besieged by tyrannical mindsets. Another one of my little memorable sayings is, “It’s not all about me, but rather all about we.” I’ve always dearly held President Kennedy’s line, “Ask not what your Country can do for you, but what you can do for your Country.” Oh how much we’ve allowed ourselves to become self-centered me lovers.
Tonight’s One-liner is: The dew of compassion is a tear.