I was up at 5 AM this morning.
Thinking. Mentally scrolling through today’s itinerary.
By 6 AM, I was fully awake
and sitting in the recliner by the fireplace; drinking coffee and reading a few
chapters of my latest Clive Cussler read 😉
Around 7 AM, I pulled my
thoughts away from Clive’s far, far away land narrative; and pulled my ‘temple
repair kit’ out of the vanity drawer … and started getting my face in place for
the day ahead 😊
The purpose of Mondays and
Tuesdays is to help other’s build a beautiful life – inside, as well as outside.
A beautiful life starts with
a love foundation.
Love comes from accepting
yourself (warts, and all), and working towards a better life that will
hold a beautiful future: should you be granted a tomorrow.
Love
comes from building community: a communal network of people you can count on to
have your back when the world is stabbing you in the back.
Love comes from making
connections: a kinship. Unity. Identity. A cooperative spirit … pulling in
double harness, so to speak.
Love comes from love (what
you give, is what you get).
Love is what matters. Leave
a trail of love in your wake 😊
After Monday’s meeting which
went well, I was invited to lunch with friends. I was touched by the kind thoughtfulness
that went into the preparation of the meal. Before we sat down to eat, I was
laughingly (in friendliness) told, “I bought a tub of margarine
just for you. There has never been margarine in my refrigerator before, but
there is now.” I am allergic to dairy products – this small act of
kindness meant a lot to me. This family has officially adopted me as a
sister. I am blessed.
Even so, this is another
Thanksgiving Invite I declined. Maybe next year ... but not this year.
When I got home, I checked
my FB Comments, and got a warm glow in my heart when I read a comment to one of
my comments made a day ago. I always like it when people have good things to tell
me about Bob 😊
I like knowing
that people remember my husband in a good way.
I do not know the people
that knew Bob in High School – in that far, far away land of 1967. I saw Bob
when he walked past me on the school grounds … but I did not know
Bob until seven years into the future of 1974; after he had graduated.
My 2019 ‘I Only
Want To Be With You’ Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/08/i-only-want-to-be-with-you.html
I like hearing good things
about my husband – even if they are small tidbits, given here and there.
Now, I’m going to eat some
of the BBQ Chicken that was sent home with me earlier today, after a homestyle lunch
that included more recent far, far away land stories being shared … then
after washing the dishes, I am going to faithfully work the calories off 😉
