A normal day! That's what I get to have today and I am thrilled.
Yesterday was abnormal.
You would have spied me out on foggy, foggy roads early, 7:20 in the morning, taking ol' Lennon The Cat, to our old (previous) town to have two of his canine teeth pulled. Third time he's been there in three weeks and oh! You should see his joy each ride home (but my, how he sulks all the way to the vet's).
But I left him at the animal hospital all day, kept 'casting down my imaginations' about anything going wrong, and did some grocery shopping, bought some gas where I ran into my old friend, Lee, who owns the world's cutest hair salon and promised to get my straggly, sorry head to her soon. Bought a cup of coffee then flew over the (now) sunny country roads home where, after unloading groceries and chatting with Tom, I cleared my mind by reading more of Farmer Boy and drinking the remainder of my coffee out on our warm front porch.
Later, Tom drove himself to physical therapy, the first time he's driven since his surgery and I continued the never-ending clearing of our flower beds, chatted with my friend, Laura, on the phone, made dinner, then got ready to take the long drive back to pick up Lennon. Of course, by then it was 5:00 and Everybody and His Aunt Mabel crowded the streets of our previous town and reminded me of a huge reason we moved to the country--to escape all that rush-rush, smoggy traffic!
And when finally Lennon (one happy cat to be returning home, indeed) and I left the vet's office, we sailed through the country roads, classical music playing, sun in our eyes, but grateful the whole ordeal was over. Of course once home, I had to keep him upstairs, the door closed, since the vet said Lennon would be too groggy to handle stairs safely, and well, that offended him--to be treated like a baby. All night long he tried to open that door, tried to open my bedroom door, as well, so he, McCartney and I got little sleep--again. (The night before I was also 'casting down those imaginations' throughout the night. An email group friend years ago took her dog in to have her teeth cleaned and the dog died because of the anesthesia. I've never been trusting of the stuff ever since that tragedy.)
Tests! Worry tests, trust tests and can we afford this? tests. Always coming along to show me just how far I have left to go. And how far He's brought me.
But again, today will be a normal day--and I do so love normal. Hooray for days when I can stay home and remain in my old work clothes and clean flower beds and do dishes and read on the porch without having to think, "Hurry and enjoy this so you can do the next thing," but rather, taking long, leisurely drinks of countryside-living in springtime.
Lennon, himself, finds it all pretty wonderful, too.
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2 Corinthians 10:5
"Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ..."
3 comments:
I'm so glad you have a "normal" day to enjoy.........May they continue. This is my favorite time of year, spring is ready to pounce on us. It's begun slowly, but now it's about the really be here. I hope. My daughter Alice was born on April 30th and remembers more than one snowstorm on her birthday.
So glad things turned out well for Lennon. It is scary to have a pet, especially and older pet, put under general anesthesia. I had to have my dog anesthetized at age fifteen, and that was scary. She is now 17 1/2 years old. I, too, had a friend whose dog died while having her teeth cleaned under general anesthesia. It really is out of our hands.
Enjoy your "normal" day, and may we all experience joy on those normal days.
nancyr
First, I am glad Lennon has been treated and hope he will be better and better!
I'm posting a comment again because this is a topic I've thought about for years. I used to expect we would sometime begin to have what I thought of as "normal days" which would be like my mother's normal days in the 40s and 50s and early 60s when I was still at home....But even though I was a SAHM all my married life (after I had kids, before that I was a SAHW, I guess!) the normal days from the 70s to now have not been the same sort of days my parents had. Life is busier. Life is more electronic in nature, than when my parents were in their glory years. Nothing is as confident, nothing is quite as gently paced,nothing is quite as human and kind, as it seemed then. And I guess we have to find our own normal, as well as we can. We can make our normal fit as closely as we can to our ideals, but the whole world is different now. I don't think the world was all better then, or all worse now, but it is.........different.
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