Yet another morning with a sky that blank grey color that gives the woods behind the house that feeling of the forest in the Wizard of Oz right before the flying monkey attack. We’ve had so much rain everything is soggy and what would ordinarily be puddles have become small ponds. I am thankful that the temperature is above freezing, that would be a mess.
I’ve fed the outside cats and have been watching them through the window. Our one official cat has a tendency, if the back door is open, to go out onto our enclosed back porch and watch the feral cats. While I know that animals are more intelligent than most give them credit, I wonder if they can understand appreciation?
Our cat, Cricket, doesn’t have to worry about going hungry or cold. She doesn’t have to seek shelter or worry about coyote, stray dogs, or hawks. She doesn’t have to be constantly scanning her surroundings and be ever on alert as the feral cats must. She can make her bed where ever, couch, chair, my son’s bed and get head scratches and belly rubs on demand. The feral cats have no idea what the human touch feels like.
My mother called at her usual time. I could immediately hear in her voice something was wrong. My almost 92 year old dad fell, twice. Once yesterday and once already this morning. Thankfully he is okay. From her description, yesterday was more of a stumble, while today was an actual fall where she had to help him get up. She said he isn’t hurt, only bruised. But dad being dad will play it for all its worth.
Mom’s conversation was one of those long, comparison between her way of dealing with things and his. He needs to be taken care of and she has to keep going no matter what. Toward the end of the conversation she was apologizing for dumping everything on me and expressing her appreciation for my listening.
I, on the other hand, have now come to appreciate and better understand why I lost my job. Even though I have no money to play with, my bills are covered. I can be here for calls like this morning’s. I can sit and listen to mom talk it all out. Mom only has family. I’m hoping that once all of this calms down, I will be able to get them both but especially her out and around people more.
My son still lives at home. He works a full time job. He has his own activities and outside interests. Yet I appreciate the fact that I am not fully alone and he is here to help do things that I can’t. He laughs when I have a technological fail, reminds me that technology hates me and then straightens out the issue of the moment.
As a Christian, a Believer and Follower of Christ, I have a deeper appreciation. My story, my testimony, many, many times I know I have been protected. I was electrocuted and yet kept from contacting anything that would have ended my life, while all was within touching distance. I was kept safe in an abusive relationship. I was protected in a bad auto accident. The cancer I battled was caught early. A job was provided to my husband which in turn took care of us. My husband was called home while he still sat in the truck stop which made finding him quicker. He has walked with me and guided my steps through the past four years since my husband died. My son was diagnosed with the corona virus after showing symptoms, but they remained mild. I never showed any symptoms.
Day by day, step by step, we are taken care of and protected. He provides for us. He shows the love that can only come from Him.
So right now, I’m sitting here in my chair with my coffee. I’m watching the birds at the feeder and the cats on the steps. I’m warm, I’m safe, and very appreciative of all the blessings I know I have.