Bless them Father for they unknowingly made me happy

We have a neighbor who spreads real egg size plastic Easter eggs all over his lawn on Good Friday. They stay there without being moved or stolen which was my first major observation. Then I noticed that about an hour and a half before sunset the light hits these eggs just right and has them twinkling and shining like big bright jewels. It stirred thoughts of Jesus resurrected, of the Christ shining through all the worldly sham.

“Is there a lot of stuff you don’t understand? she said and I said pretty much the whole thing & she nodded & said that’s what she thought, but it was nice to hear it anyway & we sat there in the porch swing, listening to the wind & growing up together.”
This Brian Andreas verse brought to mind Denny Flanagan. Denny was the evening paperboy in the days there was a morning AND an evening paper in Des Moines. I was 11 or 12. He was older, good-looking I guess, although I can’t remember his face now. It wasn’t a crush thing. It was that he was kind. And nice to talk with. My house had a yard that was a mini plateau…it was level and raised three or four feet until it sloped down to meet the sidewalk. Denny and I sat on the edge of that rise and talked almost every nice-weather afternoon when he delivered our newspaper. I don’t remember what we talked about. I do remember the feeling of peace and being comfortable.

My dog has a new neighbor dog named Bud. He’s an old, fat Basset Hound, friendly as can be and glad to see anyone who talks to him. Every time our Maggie needs to go out she does her business and then checks to see if Bud is out. On those occasions when she sees he is there, Maggie shivers and dances and rushes over to the fence. They touch noses through the chain link and Maggie jumps and bounds her way back to our door. Sometimes she hops back for a second go-round. You can just see the aura of excitement quivering around her. It make me laugh every time.

A Tiger Cruise is when guests of the crew are allowed to come aboard a US Navy ship and become participants on the last leg of a six-month deployment between Hawaii and the mainland. One year my husband had four “tigers”, among them an uncle who had been in the Navy in WWII. Because I was Ombudsman myself and relatives of the tigers got a little special treatment and were escorted aboard first when the ship docked in San Diego. My aunt came from Minnesota to meet the ship and my uncle of course. Somewhere in a recent conversation this event came up and my aunt remarked what wonderful memories she had of that visit. Her happy made me happy.

Sometimes we don’t know the value of a moment until it is a memory
We just don’t recognize life’s most significant moments while they’re happening.

Compelling diversions, distractions and procratinators

It just happened again. I started to do one simple little thing and it immediately and without Malice Aforethought evolved into the murdering of 20 innocent minutes. I picked up a dust bunny off the floor and went to throw it in the wastebasket in a bathroom.

That done successfully, I noticed the scent effuser was low on those smell-good wax cubes so I went to the closet to get more. Yes, I know, effuser is not a word, but it should be…you know exactly what I mean by it. That at least one closet shelf had not been cleaned recently was obvious. You’ve been there. Your innate sense of order will not let you leave a new distraction until you have conquered it. Or maybe it’s procrastination about getting those taxes, dishes, or laundry…whatever.

So you all know what happened next.  The tub of batteries got straightened and revealed that Ihave more 9v batteries than I will ever need, 3 watch batteries I should have known about before I bought that last one, and enough D cell flashlight batteries to get me through the next lights-out storm in fine fashion. Oh, here’s an open box of Kleenex? Recyclable trash comes out at a respectable amount…mostly pieces of cellophane wrappers and plastic (from those battery packages), but also one empty metal can. Oh, and here is that real pine-wood-chip incense that smells so good…in a pewter can with seashells on the top. Yeah, that makes sense, I said to myself satirically. Let’s put this in front where I can see it. Nails and screws get put in their respective drawers in that multi-drawer cabinet thingy that most people keep in the garage.

Laundry? Dishes? No, but least that shelf is done.

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