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Being Grateful

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With our stay-at-home order, it is easy to get grumbly. To combat this negative thinking, I am listing 10 reasons for being grateful. I hope you enjoy these, and why not give it a try?

10 Reasons for Being Grateful

What a view!
I always wanted a window.

I am grateful for now having an “office” with a window…and a view. (My kitchen table is now my desk, and I have a lovely view of the backyard outside my sliding glass door.)

Fresh flowers on my “desk”

I am grateful that I can have fresh flowers on my table. These flowers are free and from my own backyard. They seem like such a small thing, but they brighten my “desk” and remind me that spring really is coming.

My super fashionable mask…Thanks, Emily!

I am grateful that my daughter sewed 156 local-hospital-approved masks and gave me two. Most of the rest were donated to local facilities. Since I had a mask, I finally went to a store yesterday after over a month of staying at home. My mask kept me fashionable and safe.

She selflessly sewed those masks night and day and generously donated them to essential workers. And…when a delivery man from Amazon came, he got a mask. The grocery delivery man who came with her groceries? He got a mask. When the men at Home Depot needed masks? Yep, they each got one. What about my mom who is 86? My sisters who are nurses-one in Ohio and one in Virginia? Yep, yep, and yep with packages showing up on their doorsteps. What? The mailman didn’t have one? He got one, too.

What about others who need one? There is a bag hanging on the door knob on her front door with a sign inviting people who need one to take one. That makes me feel good right down to my toes! Wow, this blog is making me feel happier by the second.

I am grateful for gas prices that are less than $1.00 a gallon. I never thought I’d see that again! I filled up yesterday (in my mask) with minimal pain to my wallet. I don’t really do any driving right now, but it is good to know that I have the gas if I need to go somewhere or if the stay-at-home order ends.

I am including a photo of the sign at the near the pumps at the gas station. Have you guessed where I went yesterday? Ah, yes, Costco!

Can you believe it? Go, Costco!
Do you see him? He’s the little bird who brought me so much joy.

By the way, something wonderful happened while I was pumping my gas, a little bird was cheerfully singing.

Yes, I am grateful for that little bird who serenaded me the entire time I was pumping my gas. Little things like that make me smile. I’m smiling right now thinking about it.

I am grateful for one of my sons who is an essential worker at Costco; the Costco at which I strategically shopped. And, guess what? Yes, you guessed it. I saw him and had short, but wonderful, time to talk with him…from 6 feet away, of course. At least I think it was him-not sure-it’s hard to tell with the mask he was wearing.

Was the masked Costco worker really Jimmy? Hmmm…
A personal best!

I am grateful that outdoor exercise is an approved activity during the stay-at-home days in our state. Riding my bike makes me feel free; I love the wind on my skin and just going fast. (Well, as fast as my legs can pedal me.)

My husband and I rode on the bike trail on Sunday, which was a sunny, warm day, albeit windy, but I earned a personal best! With a ride of 31.92 miles, it was a milestone for me. Wow! That made me feel good.

I am grateful that I do not live alone. Even though my husband is an essential worker and goes to work each day, I have a real, live human being with whom to chat and to read and to give person-to-person hugs.

My husband and I like to walk in the evenings, but it is eery. The streets are empty with spooky shadows from the bare branches of trees silhouetted on the road. This new normal doesn’t feel normal to me!

The mailmen are still going strong!

I am thankful for the United States Postal Service. I have been able to put my little notes out in my mailbox with the red flag up. (In case you forgot, that is one way to signal that you have a letter to mail without having to go to the post office or a post box.) I look out my front window later in the day and, wallah, the flag is down. I know my card is safely on its way-hopefully to brighten someone’s day. I wish I could be there to see their faces when they open the envelopes. Getting a real letter is so much fun!

Last by not least, I am grateful for you! Thank you for reading this little slice. I thought 10 might be hard, but I guess gratitudes are like tears for me. Once I start, I just can’t stop. I thought of one, then another, then another. I could keep going for hours. It is fun. Why don’t you give it a try?

I hope you’ll take a few minutes and write 10 of your own reasons for being grateful! Link them below. I’d love to read them!

Or, just add one thing for which you are grateful today in the comments below. I know I’ll enjoy reading it. Gratitude is contagious! I hope this IS something you will catch.

Bad Hair Day

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Peeking out of my window, a faithful friend beckoned me.
“Come visit today," she seemed to say.
So reaching and grabbing my jacket so dusty,
Gaily, I waved and went slipping away.

Enjoying the company one of the other, 
“Oh, help me, please,”  silent eyes did plead.
So pitiful her imploring was, I scarcely could recover,
I decided right then, I could help my friend, help her to be freed.

Touching her fingers to wild, messy tresses,
“Could you, would you, help me please?
So tangled and matted and tattered and knotted," Oh, how she stresses!
I’ll do my best to fix this mess, I answered with unease.   

Running to go, to grab what's needed,
“Don’t be long,” she exclaimed and pleaded.
So knowing how quickly I’d return, her words I never heeded. 
I found the things so very quick, my task was soon competed.

Beginning to comb, this way and that, from every side and angle,
“Ouch! Be careful.  You're hurting me," she whimpered and did whine.
So gently I pulled, I pulled at the mats, I tugged at the tangles;
I snipped at the snags;  I combed at the locks 'til beauty did shine. 

Gathering dead and damaged hair,
“I'm feeling so much better,” the happy chorus refraining.
So I walked all around to inspect the repair,
I smiled to myself with my pride never waning.

Whistling cheerfully, strolling back home,
“Thank you, oh, thank you,” came floating along.
So I pondered how glorious my yard to behold,
and heard all the chirping, 
                 the rustling of leaves, 
                                   the joyful, the jubilant 
                                                         song of the spring.  

©Barbara J. Donaldson, 2020. All rights reserved





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Wait…It’s Spring?

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Wait…It’s spring?  My thoughts feel jumbled and confused, like one would feel if one was a pebble tumbling in a creek, and how one would feel if all the while the creek is tinkling and babbling at the joke it is playing.  I blinked.  I blinked again.  My eyes flew open!   It is spring! How did I miss it?  I feel as if I’ve been standing 3 inches in front of a large oak tree…all I see is rough, dark bark…COVID-19.

Well, this is going to change.  Quickly, I sit up, my bare feet hitting the carpet.  I speed into the closet and grab my robe.  No time to get dressed.  I need spring.  How do I welcome spring?

I hurry around the house dusting winter away as best I can.

I know…I’ll change the wreath on my door.  So, I change this…

Winter Wreath          Forsythia Wreath

I’ll changed this…

Winter art         IMG-5322

That’s better.  But, why not this?

IMG-5316         IMG-5321

But this???

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Wait…It’s Spring?

 

“…He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.  He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold.”    Psalms 147:16-17

 

Weary Eyes

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My eyes are bleary,

Yes, weary.

Long hours I’ve spent

Staring at text,

Editing,

Suggesting,

Commenting.

 

My head is achy,

Yes, shakey.

Long hours I’ve spent

Thinking,

Writing,

Typing,

Encouraging.

 

My thoughts are jumbly,

Yes, tumbly.

Long hours I’ve spent

Considering,

Contemplating,

Postulating,

Populating.

 

My eyelids are droopy,,

Yes, loopy.

Long hours ahead

I”ll spend in my bed.

So off I’ll go,

Not a bit too slow.

 

©B. Donaldson, 2018. All rights reserved

 

 

I’m a Millennial Now?

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In January, I attended an online meeting with an educational group.  It is a big organization with 3 or 4 “President’s Meetings” each year.  My job is to “attend” and take notes.  Easy, right?  This would have been my second ever meetings with them.  The Fall meeting went well, no glitches, so I wasn’t expecting anything less.  However, at this January meeting, after successfully logging in to the ZOOM meeting, I could not hear for about ½ the meeting. You heard me, half the meeting! After many questions typed through the ZOOM site, I finally suggested that they check their mute button.  It was on! Frustration!

Tonight, I was supposed to be attending another ZOOM meeting online with the same educational group.  “Oh, this will be awesome,” I foolishly thought, thinking all the muting issues were cleared up. “I won’t have to spend two hours driving. I’ll relax at home, and, ha, ha, if the meeting is slow, I’ll freeze my video, listen, and work on something else.”  (I have a second screen so I can work on one screen and look at a second screen on my laptop.)  Well, my best laid plans did not go as I expected…

I should have known something was up when TODAY I had to email the organizer to ask about the ZOOM address.  It had not been sent yet. Why wasn’t I suspicious that this wasn’t well organized?  The e-invitation did arrive about 5:30. Not much time to spare, but, oh well, it’s here.  So, at about 6:00 PM, I clicked on the link.  It opened, but spent considerable time spinning its wheel…launching…launching…launching, or, rather NOT launching. Ugh!  Nothing.

More emails to the organizer.  I tried the phone-in number for the audio meeting.  “Your ZOOM meeting has not started yet,” the recorded message informed me. Yes, it has!  It’s past 6:00.   “Please try again later.,” the calm robotic voice continued.  Not again!  More emails…no responses.  I give up!               

My son walked into the kitchen without a care in the world.  “I can’t believe it. Everytime I have to work with any educational organization and technology, it is a disaster,” I stormed. “They’re always so far behind the times.  I hate it!”

“You’re sounding more like a millennial everyday,” he answered with a grin.