Could this day be any grayer or drearier? I know there is a sun somewhere up there. I can report that Dennis and I have no bad side effects from the last several days of playing in the snow. That is a very good thing. At the wonderful age of 82 and 74 it is a good feeling that we can still do for ourselves to maintain our forever home. Doing a bit here and there and not waiting for anything serious does us proud. That is not to say we can be all knowing. Life happens and our hope is that we will take it in stride.
The group of fellows had a good coffee clutch at McDonald’s this morning. Dennis came home and shared what they had talked about. It’s a good thing for fellows to get together to chat and reminisce. I opted for oatmeal with my morning coffee. I have really gotten into it since the cold weather has hit. A good start of protein and fiber for the day.
Other than doing a load of laundry and boiling a batch of catheters for myself, I have had a laid back day. I thumbed through a drawer and happened along a batch of memorial leaflets. I went right to my 1960s birthday book and entered in the end time of many people who have been listed in the book, so I wouldn’t forget their birthdays. Friends and family members lost to me but not forgotten. Michael, lost recently, still brings a bevy of tears. Grieving does not have a time frame and neither should it. When the heart hurts it needs to be nurtured.
I did wander down to the sewing studio. I gave it a once over but passed on digging into anything serious. What came to mind was Proverbs 31:13 – “She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.” I did work willingly with my hands yesterday using the snow rake. We had a team effort going. Gripping the handle repeatedly needs to be honored. I appreciate what those hands willingly have done and do and I need to let them have a break as I have more to ask of them in time to come. Priceless!