This has been one of those weeks with a lot to do within a week of finite days and nights. When my daughter called this afternoon, I told her that I still hadn't started on my Saturday post. Sometimes no matter how much we plan on doing something and want to get it accomplished... it still doesn't happen.
So today I'm just checking in as I push through the slowly chipping away of "stuff which needs to be done". Although my conversation with her helped to put a lot in perspective as she was driving home from the house of a friend whose husband had passed away last night. A man in good health. An unexpected stroke. Leaving behind a young family at age thirty-nine.
I was talking to my sweet pharmacist yesterday, as I was picking up one box each of my insulins. I had just come from having coffee with my daughter-in-law and two month old granddaughter. Mrs. Christopher and Piper had called a few days ago, asking if I wanted to be treated to a pumpkin spice latte. Pumpkin spice and Piper cuddles... no need to ask twice.
I was sharing with my pharmacist how each day is like "icing on the cake", even if some days are harder than others when having to push through symptoms of chronic illness. For I remember when there was doubt I'd make it through Christopher graduating homeschool high school and I was there for that event, for his college graduation, for his wedding, and to see Piper just hours old.
I was still here in late Spring when my New England family visited and as usual, was quite astonished at how everyone had grown in the past year. It was worth pushing through fatigue to spend time with all the family that ten days we were together.
One of the reasons I am so adamant about deepening the pantry "in case of..." is that I am very aware that bad things happen to good people. Like developing Juvenile Diabetes in middle age. Like a young family suddenly losing their father at age thirty-nine. Like losing a job or having to spend all of one's paycheck on an unexpected repair.
Stuff happens.
So today I'm just chatting. Nothing at all being said that one could write down in a list and take to the grocery store. Instead just a reminder. To budget for beyond today, to stock up a little at a time... and if necessary, to push through that next "gotta do".
Then fluff your pillow and find a place on the sofa and pick up that book you have wanted to read for ages. Take care of yourself. Life is a marathon... not a sprint.
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