Tolerance and Patience
Tolerance and patience . . . very important tools in day-to-day life.
I am not by nature a very patient person. What I do to grow patience I can attribute largely to my stitching. One stitch at a time, one minute at a time as a caregiver to Dennis. Of course feeling less than good is not anyone’s desire. It happens to me and it happens to Dennis. His season of gout is bound to run its course. Until that time, I can tolerate his restlessness. I can tolerate his less than good mobility for getting those dang socks and shoes on. I had almost forgotten how to tie shoes for someone else. The little things that need patience and tolerance is a far cry from what many individuals need to go through when the partner is suffering a chronic illness will nothing positive in the future. Who knows when turn around is fair play.
Gray skies moved in today and I decided to visit my friend June on the other end of Stauffer Avenue. I actually took the car as Stauffer Avenue is a rutty muddy mess. June lost her husband last year after a lengthy illness. June is a great friend and understands when there is a need for me to run away from home for several hours. We caught up with each other and what our families have been up to. Driving home I felt lighter.
We are going to have a cold salad for supper. There has been a Betty Crocker Suddenly Salad, Italian flavored box in the pantry for some time. With two cans of Albacore Tuna packed in water, a small can of peas, some mayo and a sprinkling of grated cheese the salad came together. Dennis usually likes a hot meal for supper, so I promised him some hot buttered toast.
Tomorrow I will turn the lights on in the sewing studio and try to build my level of patience and tolerance and have a finished project. Life is good on Stauffer Avenue.