Ordinary Life

My friend, Ms. Story, is 93 years young. We went to the doctor today.  She put on lipstick and her wedding ring for the excursion. The doctor gave her really good news, which made us both a little sad: she no longer needs her arm sling. It means she won’t be needing me to stop by every couple of days to help her with little two-handed tasks around her house.  She has been cleared to use the dust pan again, and to dust her own body with White Diamonds powder after a fully involved shower, instead of our routine featuring only a sponge.   Now when I visit, it will just be as a friend, with treats for us to share... one who visits frequently and isn’t going anywhere. 

That’s a wrap! Riley’s initial soccer experience on the 9U Y team, ‘Green Lightning’ was a season of fun and learning about teamwork; ergo, a success.  What a guy... thanks coach for all you do! ⚽️⛺️🇺🇸

Superb Owls: A Tale of Talking Twice  My friend suggested a work around for certain commercial terms that one must not utter in early winter. Instead of talking about an oversized bowl filled with football players, we talk about superb owls who don’t get fined by the NFL. It was on Superb Owl Sunday this February past that I said what I had felt convicted say. It was the culmination of a long weekend spent learning to let go. I had *locked my hopes for a different future securely to posts from our past. The bands inscribed “Beloved” formed silver linings along these clouds of broken promise. I cried and prayed a little, sitting in one of the old wooden swings. I'd held my firstborn there. I reflected on all my years that light had seen. Then I hurled the contents of my stomach onto the cold, damp sand. I think I had the flu. ~*~ I rehearsed what I might say all along the two-hour way. I wanted to build an olive bridge. We made the exchange as decreed by law and then I spoke my part...