my thoughts for the day
I grew up in the 60's with practical parents. A mother, God love her,
who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was
the original recycle queen, before they had a Name for it. A father who was
happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived
barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a
hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the
other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio,
screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that
re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my grandmother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the
warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes
away...never to return. So... While we have it.. it's best we love it.. And care for it... And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick.
This is true... For marriage.... And old cars... our plants... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate
we grew up with...Orchid board friends..
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know
who are special...Places we visit like Orchid board.. And so, we keep them close!
make a friend smile today it will make your day and thiers great
my thoughts for the day
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