8:00 a.m. Thursday – cold, drizzling and windy. Oh boy. I’d be walking to the bus stop in less than an hour. Maybe, just maybe the temperature would increase 20 degrees, the wind would stop and the rain would cease and desist before I had to leave. Not too likely, but hey, with God all things are possible right? So I asked The Omnipotent One for a weather reprieve just long enough to get where I needed to go. Then I worked my way through my morning routine. I’d leave 10 minutes early since the pain in my feet slows me down.
8:50 a.m. – still cold, drizzling harder, still windy. Note to self – ‘talk to God, find out what page He’s on for my life plan’. It seems we’ve been in different chapters for decades.
I grabbed my jacket, an umbrella, said Good-bye to Ginger and Buntah then limped off toward the bus stop. Came around the corner and, damn, there was my bus, three blocks ahead of me pulling to the stop - 12 minutes early!! Frickin, frackin, growl and groan, I’d never make it!! Now what? Go back home and wait for the next one? At least I’d be out of the wind. Yeah, but what if the next bus was early too? Our bus drivers have a loosey goosey interpretation of ‘schedule’ adherence. I grumbled some more then gimped onward. Let’s look at this. I left early to make the bus on time. The bus is early so now I’m late. I’ll be late for babysitting and now my friend will be late for work – but at least she’ll be warm and dry. By the time I make the last mile and a half to her place after getting off the bus, the ice packs I brought for my feet will be thawed and useless. The baby will be awake from his morning nap and ready for action – making the use of the ice packs impossible anyway. I’m cold, I’m wet, my feet hurt and the wind keeps changing direction, driving the rain every which way. I want to sit down but the bench is wet. If I sit on it, the only dry spot on my body will get wet – and cold. I don’t fancy a cold wet rump. My nose is runny and I have no tissues. Further, Mother Nature has decided to call and there are no ‘services’ here. If I limp to the store across the street to use their services, I risk missing the next bus. It could be early, it could be late – give or take 15 to 30 minutes either way. Now what? I do the only thing left to girl in this situation. I cower in a corner against a building and send a ranting text to everyone I think will sympathize with my misery. I didn't bother sending one to God, figured He was off line this morning. Three of my Homies were at work and couldn’t fully share my angst. My Sweetheart responded, tried to cheer me up – bless him for trying – but then signed off with “have a good day”. He wasn’t trying to be funny. He really meant it. I laughed, fought off tears and laughed some more.
How did the day end? Pretty much like it started, cold and windy.The rain stopped right AFTER I reached my destination The baby didn't take an afternoon nap so we had plenty of play time. Heading back to the bus stop, my heels hurt so bad I id the last half mile on tippy toes. Halfway from the bus drop to home my leg started cramping. By the time I walked in the door I was nauseous and dizzy from the pain. A fast piece of bread and Vicodine for dinner, a kiss and a pat each for Piper, Ginger and Buntah then off to bed before my sour mood wore off onto the others. Ginger joined me. She always knows when I need a love.
Never had that conversation with God, at least not yet. There’s a sticky note on my bed post reminding me to do just that. I can't take too many more days like this one.
8:50 a.m. – still cold, drizzling harder, still windy. Note to self – ‘talk to God, find out what page He’s on for my life plan’. It seems we’ve been in different chapters for decades.
I grabbed my jacket, an umbrella, said Good-bye to Ginger and Buntah then limped off toward the bus stop. Came around the corner and, damn, there was my bus, three blocks ahead of me pulling to the stop - 12 minutes early!! Frickin, frackin, growl and groan, I’d never make it!! Now what? Go back home and wait for the next one? At least I’d be out of the wind. Yeah, but what if the next bus was early too? Our bus drivers have a loosey goosey interpretation of ‘schedule’ adherence. I grumbled some more then gimped onward. Let’s look at this. I left early to make the bus on time. The bus is early so now I’m late. I’ll be late for babysitting and now my friend will be late for work – but at least she’ll be warm and dry. By the time I make the last mile and a half to her place after getting off the bus, the ice packs I brought for my feet will be thawed and useless. The baby will be awake from his morning nap and ready for action – making the use of the ice packs impossible anyway. I’m cold, I’m wet, my feet hurt and the wind keeps changing direction, driving the rain every which way. I want to sit down but the bench is wet. If I sit on it, the only dry spot on my body will get wet – and cold. I don’t fancy a cold wet rump. My nose is runny and I have no tissues. Further, Mother Nature has decided to call and there are no ‘services’ here. If I limp to the store across the street to use their services, I risk missing the next bus. It could be early, it could be late – give or take 15 to 30 minutes either way. Now what? I do the only thing left to girl in this situation. I cower in a corner against a building and send a ranting text to everyone I think will sympathize with my misery. I didn't bother sending one to God, figured He was off line this morning. Three of my Homies were at work and couldn’t fully share my angst. My Sweetheart responded, tried to cheer me up – bless him for trying – but then signed off with “have a good day”. He wasn’t trying to be funny. He really meant it. I laughed, fought off tears and laughed some more.
How did the day end? Pretty much like it started, cold and windy.The rain stopped right AFTER I reached my destination The baby didn't take an afternoon nap so we had plenty of play time. Heading back to the bus stop, my heels hurt so bad I id the last half mile on tippy toes. Halfway from the bus drop to home my leg started cramping. By the time I walked in the door I was nauseous and dizzy from the pain. A fast piece of bread and Vicodine for dinner, a kiss and a pat each for Piper, Ginger and Buntah then off to bed before my sour mood wore off onto the others. Ginger joined me. She always knows when I need a love.
Never had that conversation with God, at least not yet. There’s a sticky note on my bed post reminding me to do just that. I can't take too many more days like this one.