Still here! Just trying to make friends with Summer (as I do every year).
And trying to make friends with being 58.
Ugh. Poor ol' thing. Just mix some humidity with what I believe they call 'physical labor' and ol' Debra's all crumpled on the red couch. I do love my yard, but--even with my famous 'sit down gardening'-- the actual work outside still wears me out.
Even when done slowly.
Even when barely done.
Oh well, maybe I'm finished out there this year(!) You know, with the moving plants around and redesigning parts. It is July, after all, and I did, during cooler times, make a few pleasant improvements.
As one ages, sometimes smaller projects must be enough.
Speaking of which, remember when I wanted so badly to do something similar to this? --
Finally I admitted our living room's too small. Darn. Even pushing our couch out just six inches is six inches too far. So on to Plan B! Now I'm considering hanging shelves over the couch, shelves maybe like these--
But sometimes I still struggle with coming to peace with personal restrictions. Oh, and that redecorating ideas arrive sooo s-l-o-w-l-y when, years ago, they'd surface in minutes.
And you know? Perhaps I'm (finally) getting the 'why of it all'.
Because if I--now at my age--did all the crazy-creative, day-by-day decorating which I used to? Oh dear, I'd probably be limping/ill/crawling/dead by now.
This old grey mare just ain't what she used to be.
Er hem. But to avoid future problems, there arrives a time, in each season, to accept that wisdom sometimes comes in a confusing disguise.
To happily accept that (frankly, I've been stuck there--or not there- lately). Yes willingly, without resentment with myself or with Life's new-to-me patterns so that, hooray! This acceptance will carve another avenue where I must lean heavy upon God.
Is there a better place than trusting God far, far more than ourselves? Nah. Only He can make our pathway to Heaven, sweet, no matter what our decade or our circumstances.
I'm not yet walking in Total Acceptance Land, but I'm hanging out at its edges. Be sure to wave if you see me inside someday, ok?
Tom and I watched Passengers this weekend and enjoyed it. After reading a Plugged-In review, I'd thought there'd be lots of 'waiting around for something to happen', and well, there was. And yet? This movie made me think all sorts of new thoughts, all kinds of 'what would I do?'--and I appreciated that about it.