I just went on a
nine-day vacation with my mom and sisters—our Girls Trip 2019. We had a
relaxing time in both the mountains and on the beach. Nine days without
thinking about obligations brings to mind that…
Life Is Good: In Savannah, GA, we took
a trolley tour of old Savannah. Our one stop was at the Riverwalk. We ate lunch
at the Shrimp Factory and visited a couple of shops. One of them, Fannie’s Your
Aunt, offered Life Is Good t-shirts. I found two that caught my eye and both
had to do with music. Since I’ve joined the Capps Family Band, I practice my
songs while I walk the dog. Did you know that singing lowers stress and helps
with mental health? Singing also boosts memory.
Life Is Exasperating: Back home, life
settled into the normal routine. Get up, take the dog out, fix breakfast, clean
up, etc., etc. Most of all, I spent hours and hours trying to catch up on all
the work I skipped out on while enjoying my vacation. Isn’t that the downside
of vacation? I’ve never had those little elves come in and do my work while I’m
out of town.
Life Is Predictable: I can’t help but
notice that life is predictable. I can always count on the predictability of a
normal day. The sun comes up every morning in the east and sets in the west. It
rains from time-to-time, usually when we need to do outside work, and the grass
grows faster than we can cut it. This was going to be the year we kept ahead of
it—until it rained and rained and rained. We can’t mow our lawn when the yard
has the squishiness of a rice paddy.
Life Is Scary: It’s hard to go through
a very long period without a heart-stopping close call on the highway. There’s
nothing quite as fun as topping a hill and seeing cars headed your way in both
lanes. Even in the safety of my home, I’ve had a few scares—one as recently as
this morning. I was cooking breakfast and sipping my coffee while I watched the
sausage brown. Normal early morning…until…I realized the kitchen was filling up
with smoke. I turned around and smoke billowed from beneath the cabinets and
along the countertop. I opened cabinet doors although I couldn’t figure out how
a fire could start in the cabinets.
“Harold, Harold!”
I yelled. “There’s smoke everywhere and I can’t figure out where it’s coming
from!” He came into the kitchen, looked around, calmly, which by-the-way was
totally irritating when I was in a panic. He reached over and unplugged the toaster
where our normally pale toast that has to be pushed down twice was completely
charred.
Life Is Mysterious: I could regale you
with stories of mysterious events in my life, but that would be a book of its
own. Just this week, I was washing dishes and began to sing “Que Sera Sera,”
which to be honest, I hadn’t even thought of in years. The next day, Doris Day
passed away. Just a little odd, I thought. Last night, Harold was watching an
old Law and Order rerun on the TV in the bedroom, and I decided to catch up on
the pile of newspapers I hadn’t read. I sat down on the couch in our kitchen
and picked up a random newspaper. An article about the measles caught my eye.
As I began to read, I could hear the medical examiner on the TV program
“testifying” about how a child had died from the measles. As I read the next
two lines, I was reading the words she was using to testify. That was
mysterious and a little bit creepy.
Life Is Not Fair: I always try to be
fair, but there isn’t too much fair about life. Good people have terrible
things happen to them and bad people have prosperity and lead charmed lives.
That’s just the way it goes. Jim was a good person and certainly did not
deserve to have a horrible disease that robbed him of his most precious
memories.
Copyright © May 2019 by L.S. Fisher
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