Day 140; Footnotes of Plenty

 So there I was this morning, minding my own and everyone else’s online business when I happened to glance out the window.  There were two big dogs in my back yard. That was my two big dogs, how did they get out?  I ran to the door and called them and they actually came running. I got them inside and as my son was passing through on his way to leaving for work I told him what had happened and that I needed to find how they got out of the fence. He found it right off. They had managed to either pull or cause the fence wire to pull loose from the post, giving them a way out into the big wide world. Their escape portal has since been closed. 

In my call with mom she told me that she didn’t feel like going anywhere but if I were going out, would I stop by the warehouse store and see if they had any of the bottled water they drank as she was almost out. Sure mom. She told me not to worry about it if I wasn’t going out, but when I told her I needed to see about gas for the car, she was fine.  Except I didn’t move quick enough. I didn’t realize she was in a hurry. I wrote my morning blog, I changed from my night clothes into leave the house wear, I made breakfast. I don’t care if it was lunch time.

The minute I finished eating, she called, surprised I was home. Hint…she can see my car parked in the driveway. So I hurried up and headed out. I got the gas for the car and then went to find her water-since she was almost out. When I got to the register to pay for it, the line stretched back across the store. Besides the self check out there was a total of two registers open. I don’t do self checkout. The line finally seemed to sort itself out when they opened a third register.

One of the managers came by trying to get me to do self checkout. Nope. She offered to show me how. Nope, I’m good. Minutes later she came by and asked if I would move to the next register and I did. They were trying according to her, to clear the space at the registers. Before I moved, the person in front of me had five items in their cart. After I moved I was behind someone with a cart full. I simply leaned on my cart and waited. Of course the line I would have been in was moving much quicker. But its all good. The lady who was behind me before I moved offered to let me go ahead of her, almost begged me to go ahead of her. I should have, but politely declined. I was good. I was in no hurry.  When I finally got up there and went to pay, I handed the lady cash. It freaked the computer register out. It took a while before they finally got it straight, I got my receipt and could leave. But its good, I got mom’s water, because she was almost out.

I then ran to the big box store to pick up a few things for the weekend. I also splurged on a cap. Across the front are the words, “You had me at coffee”. It isn’t a Jeep cap, but it was much cheaper. Once I got home I carried my purchases inside and then carried that water down to mom’s. All forty bottles. I’m glad the packaging held. Of course, mom wasn’t home. I carried it around and placed it in a safe spot in their carport and came home. When they finally got home and I was able to go carry it inside, she told me to just place it behind the other one. I put the water down, placed the one she had on top of it and noticed an open package beside of it. She had at least 60 bottles of water, but she was almost out. Dad drinks four or five bottles…a week, and she was concerned. She didn’t want to run out because the doctor told him to drink water, and he preferred that over their well water. Go figure. But she’s good now.

 I can’t say much, I got gas for my jeep today, I still had three quarters of a tank…but I didn’t want to run out. I have plans for the weekend. Mom had water, but she didn’t want to run out because of dad, now she has plenty. 

The one thing that we forget that we can’t buy more of, is time. We are all allotted a certain amount of time. We don’t know whether we will live a short or long life, so it is best to live it the best we can. For ourselves yes, but also for our family and those around us. We have no idea how many lives we will have an effect on in the course of ours. We meet one person and make a difference who moves forward and because of what we did, they pay it forward and make a difference for another who repeats the process. Sort of like one of those pay for the next car events that happen ever so often. Only on a grander scale.

When we show love, treat others with love, respect, kindness, we are planting those seeds of difference. We are the Johnny Appleseed of this generation only instead of planting apple trees, we are planting seeds of  better. A better life. A better attitude. A better outlook.

 Both my late husband and my brother were looking forward to their retirement. Neither made it which is one reason I felt so guilty when I retired. Since I’m still here, and now have plenty of time, my purpose I believe, is to try to encourage others, to try to bring a bit of light and hope , a bit of difference in a world gone mad. Of that there is no doubt there is plenty. Let’s change it around, and create plenty of good will instead.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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