It’s Wednesday? I made it!
It’s been a bumpy week. Last Saturday was an up-day, where my daughter let me dress her up and take pictures of her. She takes after me in this aspect. We both had fun, and I ended up with some cute reminders of my beautiful girl.
Sunday was okay. I restarted my diet that I plan to stick to for at least six weeks (no bread, pasta, rice, potatoes, or sugar… except for Fridays where I cheat the heck out of it). I spent all day cooking, but the prep has paid off in the convenience of not having to do much every morning.
And then Monday came. It wasn’t the typical Monday blues or woes of returning to work. I received word that a friend had died the day before. Anne was part of my critique group. She had a way of always finding the positive, always encouraging, and always laughing. She was a good writer with an interesting voice and I will miss her stories. But moreso, I will miss her. When an ordeal with critique group hit, she emailed me encouragement and support while I drowned my sorrows in wine. She was happy despite having to go through surgery for her heart. She was an amazing person who I saw every other week. It shocks me that she’s gone. I came home Monday and hugged and kissed my kids and husband.
I got past Monday and started into Tuesday with the arrangements for critique group stewing in the back of my mind. We plan on having a memorial and celebration for Anne tonight (Wednesday). So there I was, on my way to work in the early dark hours. A school bus stopped in the lane next to me and put out its little stop sign. The person ahead of me stopped. I stopped. As I waited, thinking about cancelling the library reservations and if I should take a bottle of wine to Dani’s, I hear the screeching of tires. Headlights flash in my rear-view mirror. I grimace and brace myself.
I’m thankful for many things. I was far enough back from the person ahead of me that I didn’t get pushed into them. The person who hit me didn’t hit the school bus. The person ahead of me stayed as a witness for the police. The person who hit me didn’t get injured. I didn’t get injured. I think my recent exercise helped with recovering from the impact.
Now, I’m waiting for my considerate co-worker to pick me up so we can carpool to work.
“You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.” – Dr. Seuss
It’s been a bumpy week with ups and downs. On the plus side, my daughter built a robot dog named Nick out of Legos and my son said his first full sentence of “I want ice cream.” My husband put together a drill press and helped me figure out one of my side projects. Life is good.
Anne didn’t want to have a funeral because she didn’t want people to be sad. She was such a happy person herself. And so, to do my best to honor Anne’s memory, I’m going to be happy. I will celebrate her life and the impact she made.
Thank you, Anne. We will miss you.
How has your week been? What are the little ups that you’re thankful for? Are you happy?
P.S. The steampunk photo of my daughter is a gif. If you can’t see the animation, you should be able to if you click on the picture.
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