Thinking

I just called Fred and told him I wasn’t coming to see him today but instead I am staying home and getting the damned laundry caught up. The problem is that before Fred was whipped off to hospital a few weeks ago, I was right in the middle of the annual change-over. This means that I was washing the summer shirts before putting them away and getting the winter sweats and sweaters out of the storage boxes. Then everything changed and I stopped thinking about laundry. Next, Fred was moved to the rehab place and I had to be sure that I had enough summer shirts available. {They keep the place very warm.} I was just going back to organizing of the laundry and the clean clothes when *I* went into hospital! I checked his clothes drawer when I visited him yesterday and took home a bag full of underwear to wash. {Actually, I almost didn’t take the bag home. I put it on the floor by the chair where I was sitting and then forgot it. But fortunately, Fred’s daughter who was also visiting him at the same time, saw it, ran after me and caught me just as I was getting into the elevator! }   

I was sitting here {waiting for Clever Laundry Machines to get done} when I found myself appreciating how well I was feeling. I am wearing a becoming dark-purple, high-necked, long-sleeved top and some jeans. I am warm, even though the heat is set low because I am also wearing a dark-green, heavy-duty fleece jacket {with "Even Zombies Need Love" on the back} and some thick winter socks. My stomach is full, but not too full, and my bowels are behaving! All I need to be really productive is some music. {short pause to click on ITunes… OOO! An a cappella version of "Lean on Me!" Very nice!} Anyway, there is nothing like a period of not feeling well to appreciate the times when I AM fee   ling well!  {ITunes has   just changed to "Waiting for the Miracle" by The Fantastic Leonard Cohen.}

Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way.

– Native American prayer