Coming in at a different approach tonight. Lately I've been under the weather. Not the actual weather, just feeling sick. Jamie caught a cold last week from a little girl at Girl Scouts who had no business going to Girl Scouts that night. And I caught it too over the weekend. Such is life. If you have sick kids, don't show up to events with a lot of healthy kids. Not cool.
I was off work yesterday, and had a chance to rest and recover. Ended up taking a four-hour nap and going to bed early and sleeping even more. That's just how it goes when it's you vs. the world. I've been on so many vacations where it's been sleep in a wonderful sanctuary of a place. As in my Grandma's place. It's always easier to drive 400 miles and hang out with Grandma in Mountain View and oversleep and let the cares melt away. Staying here still has its hangups I guess. But I'll tell ya, being sick and off the grid got me taking naps and sleeping like a champion when it came time.
This morning I woke up rested and ready. But it was an Arctic Paradise this morning! I got Grace's outfit together and she picked a long sleeve shirt instead and bundled up majorly. We got in the truck to go to school (which I'd warmed up already.) When we got in the truck, Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song was playing on the radio, and it was so appropriate for the weather! She thought it was a Harry Potter song! That of course cracked me up and I got to tell her what Immigrant Song was really about since it matched the cold weather.
Which leads me to deeper observations about life. First and foremost, it got cold and we all gotta warm up! In the now but also with thought. I've been battling the negativity within and the circumstances. Things can go bad in a second in life, but it doesn't have to be that way. Sometimes you gottta say, turn off that MF, and make a quick spin back to the blessings.
An old friend of mine, who is younger than me, is going in next month to get a pacemaker. Whaaaaaat!! She works out and takes care of herself and has to have this done, that freaks me out. It brings out the prayer side of me and the supportive side. She is younger than me. That was a knockdown from reality and mortality saying what can you do to help and bring the best of life to others.
After losing younger loved ones and outliving healthy but physically weak loved ones, the landscape can be pretty bleak. I'm a big believer in prayer and friendship, and at a certain point, not explaining concerns and just acting to make things more bearable isn't enough. It's time to be an ass kicker, to make the actions match the feelings. We all want to live, but if we don't, we have to prepare for heaven.
This life is a fleeting experience and nothing in it is permanent. We have to balance, on one hand the joy of acceptance and an appreciation of our talents, on the other, the miserable shit that made us that smart in the first place.
I've always heard that while we are growing up, our parents are growing old. It's true. But as we grow older the hands on the clock of time consistently move, as they always have. We have to know our spot and live accordingly, because the calendar and the clock are much more consistent than any one person.
Life is simply a brief moment on forever's timeline. What will any of us do with it?
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