I Know
Today is Monday and I know that from the recent workout from snow removals, my back feels weary. I know that when I am doing diligence with snow, I have an awareness of how to use my shoulder, knees and feet as all of those have foreign parts.
Today I know that had not Raymond and Lena taught their tribe to endure, work until the work is done, and make fun of work to keep hearth and home secure, I would be in the same boat as some of my gal friends here in town. They are oh so bored, oh so hurting with minor aches and pains; can’t find anyone to help out, etc.
Today I know that with some sharing of thoughts from Boon Lake, it is making this winter easier. We are in the same boat. Laughing, sharing snow stories and making plans for when the snow is gone. It’s a very good thing.
I know I need to encourage myself when self wants to give up and give in. No one can put sunshine in my days, after all, it is right there radiating form my heart.
I know that it was meant to be that Dennis has not been home for this month. When I play with the snowfalls, I am in and out of the house and in and out of the patio porch multiple times. Sometimes to catch my breath, sometimes to warm cold extremities, and sometimes to put the tea kettle on for a cup of tea. Dennis begins and doesn’t want to stop until it is ALL done. It’s hard to put a brick in an 82-year-old cowboy’s pants when you can’t even catch him when he has the snow blower going. I also remember some of the lingering aliments from those times. No . . . this has worked out great. Being weary is not a bad thing. It has been a good thing that this Grammie’s ole body is living the benefits of walking and stepping those basement steps each and every day. Life is good on Stauffer Avenue.
I did get a scare today. When I got up and looked out the bathroom window there were kitty prints everywhere next to our doorways. I mean everywhere. I was sure I had all three of the cats in my site when I locked up last night. When I went out to open the patio porch for business this morning, I called for the cats. Harriette and Honey Bunny came down from the rafters. No Snuggles. She is the one that will walk right behind you as you are going out a door and . . . zip, she is out. At Noon I went out and looked out the back patio porch slider to the east and felt like a criminal. It was cold out there and their patties are soft from being coddled. I went about getting some things ready for this evening, one of which was opening a new bag of shell corn for the deer. Clunk! Snuggles jumped down from the rafters that are over the car. There she stood on the roof of the car and stretched and stretched and yawned. The dang cat had had a huge sleep in. Oh, now she was ready to be so lovey-dovey. There is a cat out there that really needed shelter last night, but I am afraid, there is not room in the patio porch. Dennis and I promised each other.