Yesterday. Ah, yesterday.
My ironing board was set up in the dining room and that Charlie Brown Christmas song ("Christmas time is here, Happiness and cheer") wafted down from the vent in the ceiling while Naomi practiced with brushes on her drums. Tom arrived home with Oreo's (I know, the worst-for-you cookies) which cost just 50 cents after our Rite Aid sale and coupon and then he and I snuggled into our chairs in the living room where we watched yet another episode of The X-Files while snow blew around outside.
And Debra called it Good. So very, very good.
But last year at this time? I recall still feeling sad about the 'death' of Naomi's and Carl's relationship after seven years and the actual death of their cat, Oreo. That dark cloud of Death can take longer than we think to vanish, can't it? This is why (I tell myself) Tom and I do not have farm animals. They always eventually die, so this ultra-sensitivity within me would mean there would be that cloud, always or nearly so. And who needs that?
But lately? Oh, the peace! The indescribable peace as I step from room to room. Tom has no job, but still there's that peace. Naomi has no home of her own, yet her living here with us has increased the peace of our rooms. At least, it feels like that. The harmony is thick--you can almost slice it with a knife.
So what am I telling you? Your tomorrow may be totally different than your today. The way you're feeling today will someday be just a memory. You will change and grow and think differently. Hope will increase and Life will look and be better.
If you hang in there. If you keep seeking and finding and learning how to fling away the bad so to receive the good. But you must never, ever give-up.
You must always keep your tomorrows coming.