Posts that include some rambling about my life in some way. Probably won’t include writing prompts, but it might. It won’t have any of the story universes that I write in or any short stories unless they are actually about something that happened in real life.
Perhaps you think it’s nothing Lost in the mess of life Often no good can come of pain Though often enough, you forget the joy of dancing in the rain
I’ve been thinking today about how my brother met his wife. Their’s is my second favorite love story and not, as some of my friends would likely say, because of how they met, but because they’ve had hard times and worked hard to come through them as they entered them.
Because when something or someone is the most important to you, you aren’t going to let anything else get between you or they. They loved each other and wanted to always stand together even if they were trying not to fall over as the ground rumbled and heaved beneath them. I’ve watched their love for one another grow and it is beautiful.
As for how they met?
They were introduced over a dead body.
They had both been called to stay with a friend who had gone to check on an elderly relative only to find said relative had passed. My brother and sister-in-law managed to get there before paramedics and sat with their friend in the room with his relative. So they were introduced over a dead body.
Their friend was at their wedding and reception and said something about how only these two would make a connection at a time like that, but he was glad they did so.
We always need a reminder that there are good things in life, most especially when it seems life is at its darkest for us.
Today I am most grateful for being able to agree to disagree with family. It wasn’t always something we could do and it doesn’t always remain, but for the most part we can. It might seem like a small thing to be thankful for, but it really stands out for me today.
The irony is that I remember first learning about this from the book (and later movie) “The Phantom Tollbooth”. It’s ironic because we watched that movie for years, but it took a lot longer to realize that was a thing we could do in real life. I kind of miss watching it as the cassette it was on got lost in one of our moves. (But is likely still holding together and able to be used. Those cassettes were sturdy.)
But being able to agree to disagree and move onto something else is a wonderful thing when dealing with teenagers.
Before you can blink And sharper than you think Rips open the skin But the slice is so thin
Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.
Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.
That moment when you realize that all the sleep in the world does nothing but make you feel even more exhausted.
I’m actually feeling pretty okay today, but had a moment when I recollected a time when my sleep cycle was truly a mess and none of my sleep was restorative. I’m infinitely grateful such a time is in the past. Now I’m just tired from excessive amounts of yardwork. Well, they likely aren’t that excessive, but when the temperature is supposed to be in the mid-90s and keeps jumping over into the low-100s instead…
Today I’m grateful for the creation of child gates. I have used them for my nieces and nephews and for my nephew’s cat’s kittens and now I’m using several for that same nephew’s dog’s puppies.
They are truly a wondrous creation and I, for one, am highly grateful to whoever not only created them, but made them affordable. Because we only owned one last week and have to buy at least another this weekend in order to expand the pen as the pups grow larger. (The store was all out of the kits that made indoor pens for puppies and it’s too soon to have them outside. It snowed a lot yesterday and snowed some more today. Also, there was hale and I don’t want them hit by hale when they’re this small. It would be dangerous. And they can climb out of the kiddie pool we originally had them in.)
(Also, I’m grateful for tarps to protect my carpet and twine to hold the corners together.)
image: Helena and Vincent’s pups; from martha0stout’s phone