You know how much I hate leaving the house. I can easily go a month or longer without leaving the house. Going to town is pure torture for me! This week, there was one day that I was able to stay home. There’s a good chance it’s more than “I love being home” but could border on “I need help!” 🙂
Monday – Two trips to town
Tuesday – One trip to town
Wednesday – One trip to town
Thursday – Stayed home! Yay!
Friday – Two trips to town.
This evening, I walked out with Rita. I looked to my left, to the west and saw this:
It was beautiful. The colors were much more vivid than are showing up in this quick photo. Almost every day, mainly because of dealing with the chickens, I’m out as the sun is setting. There’s never ever a sunset that I don’t think of my grandparents. It was the time I spent at their farm that I learned to notice the sunsets. I love being at their farm but I missed my parents. During the day, we were busy and I had fun so I didn’t think about my mom and dad too much but as the sun was setting, things slowed down. My grandpa sat and read the newspaper. My grandma usually was doing some kind of needlework and as a kid 6 – 9 years old, there wasn’t a whole lot for me to do and I remember sitting there, and wishing I was back home. But, the sun arose the next day and it was back to playing with the chickens, “helping” my grandma in the kitchen, picking peas with my grandpa, watching them milk Old Spot, the cow.
Even today, I stay busy all day and when things slow down in the evenings, that’s when I miss Chad, Nicole and Addie the most. I would love to have them right here, in my little nest, under my wing . . but that’s not how life is these days.
Then I look to the right, to the east, and see this:
The moon is rising, framed through an opening in the trees. The moon reminds me . . today is past. Tomorrow is a new day. No matter what happened or what didn’t happen today, it’s history. I look forward to tomorrow. We have plans. It will be a good day spent with friends. Tomorrow evening, the sun will set and Saturday will be history. I plan to make the best of tomorrow, and all the coming tomorrows. I hope I can look at each day at its end and know that I did the best I could with what I was given.
Life is so good around here — even if the cat scared the heck out of me and I thought he was going to die, even if I had to make too many trips to town . . I realize there are many people who would love to live the life I live, who would love to be healthy, who would love to have an entire family who seems to be happy and on the right track. I am so thankful for everything!