Just Twaddle

 

You know I almost am reluctant to write a post today, with all of the extremes in pain and suffering going on in the world. I have a hard time keeping my mind on happy things. As you and I watch horror unfold each day all around us it is hard to keep focused on what is good. I am determined though to find good things to talk about. Even if it is fluffy.

 

My dear sweet girl, came over the other day and brought me flowers. She said, " I take flowers to every one else but I never bring Mom flowers." 

 

I thought they were so pretty and I am so proud of her. I have them on my table and every time I walk in and see them I am filled with such joy. It is really nice having a daughter than works in a flower shop. It is really nice having such nice people in my family. They all are such a treat to be around.

 

Speaking of treats. I didn't swim at all last year. Nor go outside much. One thing I have pondered this year. When I see a blue swimming pool and blue skies. You can't always trust even what you see. Last year, I couldn't make myself get in the swimming pool. In fact, there were times I wished that we could get a backhoe to come fill it in with dirt so I wouldn't have to look at it. I would ask Ron over and over, " Why can't you get the pool blue anymore, why is it always green?" Sweet as he is he never said, It is blue you weirdo or anything like that." He just was kind and would say things like, " Oh it looks okay and go put more chlorine in it."

 

Then after that first surgery and the pool was blue and now the pool sparkles and the sky is blue and not looking like a nuclear fallout  sky. I love to swim and be outside. Instead of hiding. Simple things like just jumping in the car and driving because it is no big deal. Little things like that. Our neighbors next door, have a windmill out in their lot next to their barn. The man that owns the property, brought it home in 1963 for his wife. I have always called it Donna's Windmill. When my eyes were so bad, I told Ron, someone must have taken Donna's windmill its gone now." I would stare and stare over there and no matter how I looked I couldn't see it. Then I got my eyes fixed and there it was, in the place it has been all of these years.

 

I don't know if you have ever noticed but windmills aren't tiny. Yet no matter how I looked I couldn't see it. What it taught me, is even though I am looking, I might be not seeing things as they really are and even though my eyes are open, I can still be blind.

 

I finished this yesterday. It is one of my projects I wanted to do last year. I would sit with the pattern in my lap, and no matter how big the print nor how good my glasses were, I couldn't see to sew. I finally gave up and put it away. Yesterday when I finished it, there was such a feeling of accomplishment. I sat and stared out the window and thought, of how far in a year I have come. What I thought was going to be then end of me, was really only the beginning. My oldest daughter moving, my next daughter getting married, no longer being a homeschooling mom. Then loosing my eye sight and not understanding. Looking at the road that seemed so long.

Ron and I have had the best summer of our lives. We have had so much just us time. We have had if you will I think a new beginning this summer as we have been reminded why we got married 34 years ago. We have been reminded of laughter and love and how it feels to be best friends. We have gone though trials, and hardship and testing and heartbreak. But truly I can say, that poem that begins,
" Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to be..."  If I had a title, I would name this summer that.

 

I guess one thing I wish I could tell my kids who are married and the ones that will be someday. Times get hard, and sometimes you really think you will never get through this or that, don't ever give up. The days will pass faster than you ever thought and then there you are at the end of the tunnel. That light wasn't a freight train after all, but a new day filled with joy and promise and good things over flowing into your lap. Then there are grand kids. Who knew??? Being a grandmother, things just keep getting better and better. Having a little kid, say, " Grandma, do you know I love you!" Is what life is about.

I warned you, it was just twaddle today. Life can be so daily, but oh so good with the quiet things that just show up.
Thank you for visiting and following along.
Have a lovely Tuesday,
~Kim~

And then you came...
---Alex---