Day 298; Footnotes of It was Definitely a Day That Will be Remembered

Operation, get it done while he’s gone.

Mom called me this morning as usual. What was unusual was that I wasn’t up yet. I didn’t tell her, I answered the phone beside the bed and did a really good job of not acting as if I had just woke up. She was reminding me that she was taking dad to a doctor’s appointment and would I walk their dog at eleven. Yep, I mean, Yes ma’am.

After the call I got up and headed for the kitchen and coffee. When my son came wandering through a little later I explained what was going on and would he want to get the leaves cleaned up while dad was gone and wouldn’t be supervising. Which is exactly what we did.

We went down and he used his leaf blower to clear the leaves away from the front of the house and down the drive and beside. it to where the mailbox is located. His leaf blower is electric so he was limited to the length of the two drop cords. We managed to get a decent area cleared, then he gathered everything up while I headed into the house to walk the dog. She didn’t want to go walk for me. When I told my son, he grinned and told me to let him show me how it was done.

He got her out of her crate and we got her leash on. He carried her outside and began walking her across the yard. We began hearing an odd noise coming from my nephew’s place. I took over dog duties while my son went to check out what was making such an odd rhythmic noise. Turned out to be a squirrel, but I still walked the dog and allowed my son to return home.

Getting her back in the house, leash off, door locked I headed home to prepare for my most hated activity.

I didn’t want to go.

One thing that I really do not enjoy doing, is grocery shopping. Even more so now that prices have jumped sky high and still climbing. But, we do have that bad habit of needing to eat so, I wrote up my list, got ready and telling my son I was leaving, headed out.

I pulled out onto the main road and was on my way. Not far from the dirt road, there was a smallish, cardboard box in the middle of the road. I couldn’t avoid it due to oncoming vehicles. I hit the box, then looked in the rear view mirror, I didn’t see the box so I figured it was still under my car. As I pulled off the road at the first available spot, my phone started ringing. Using the car phone app I answered. My son was calling telling me to turn around, my mother wanted to ride with me. I had put the car in park, got out and looked under the front of the can, along the side and then finally found the box stuck near the back. I managed to pull it free and look up to see someone waiting on me to move so they could leave out of the road I had blocked. Sorry.

I get back, I get mom and off we go. I had a return, so mom headed out to find what she was there for. Once the return was taken care of, I grabbed a buggy and headed out myself. Trying to be as careful as possible in what I purchased it was still expensive. But, we’ll eat as will the dogs and cats.

I did go out and walk laps today. The weather people were warning us of potential bad storms so I went out in an attempt to get my ten thousand steps. While I was walking I watched one then a few moments later a second county police officer drive down the dirt road and out of sight. They were gone a while then came back up to stop in front of the last apartment and parked side by side sat there for a good while. I have no idea why they were here, and I wasn’t asking. I was walking. I managed 10,561 steps or 4.65 miles. I’ll take it.

Then, here is the thing that made my evening. When my son decided he was hungry but not terribly hungry, he decided on hot dogs. If I had any. We don’t eat them all that often, but I had purchased turkey hot dogs today. I usually cook them in boiling water, but today, my son wanted different.

I watched as he cleaned the gas grill out on the front porch. He fired it up, made sure it was really clean and prepared the hot dogs on the grill. Now, maybe that doesn’t seem to be a big deal. But this is the first time this grill has been used to actually cook anything since my husband died. My son, who had not cooked on a grill, was doing a masterful job. The dogs were circling like wolves so I went ahead and got their food early. It didn’t stop the circling fully, but it stopped it long enough for him to get them mostly done. Some how, I could almost see his dad smiling down at him with a “that’s my son”. And, when we sat down to eat, they were actually good.

Days are these amazing gifts. Layered with different tastes, smells, adventures, feelings, responsibilities. We may not want to do something, but doing it anyway gives us strength. We show our ability to handle our responsibilities. Today the weather was amazing. I know that the days are going to start getting cooler, it is Autumn after all. Being able to enjoy today made that knowledge more tolerable. Getting to walk, helped me feel better. Helping mom and the store, and then her helping me, brought out the love. Then, watching my son do something, use something that has been basically untouched for over four hears, shows healing. Shows his growth. And makes a mom proud. Just as I think the Lord looking down and seeing His children doing something that He has commanded and doing it in love, makes Him smile as well.

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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