3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
Today I will do my meditation as soon as Ali goes off to school. These last couple of mornings, when I have early stuff on, I have jumped into my day and then forgotten that I haven't done my meditation. Yesterday was slightly better than Sunday because I at least did ten minutes of mindful breathing in the bus on the way up to see Ross. I even did a little bit on the bus home but I then forgot that I hadn't taken myself off to sit quietly for my usual half hour. When I say quietly, twenty of those minutes are spent singing the sound 'AH' but I have told you that before. I do love the bit that I do after, which involves my sending love out into the world beginning with myself, Bill, the kids, my brother and sister and working it out from there. If I know of anyone struggling, I mention them so, if you're ever struggling please let me know and I will add you in there. We can never have too much love coming at us.
When the radio woke me up, they mentioned that the temp was -21 and felt like -32. WHAT? I had no clue it was going to drop down that cold again. So much for getting the washer warmed up. It's now looking like very sub zero till the weekend. Where is my big snow that I can actually get out to build a snowman in? On the bright side, we have only shovelled snow once this winter.
My visit with Ross raced by and involved what may become a routine of wandering round the car park, looking at the cars. He was a car dealership owner and LOVES cars and he loves looking at and talking about them. So do I and so we both enjoy our short time outside in the very fresh air.
Yesterday, I had a wee chat with a lady whose room I pass each visit. She usually is sitting in her wheelchair, at her door and looks very sad. But she's had a stroke, which I think can give a person the look of sadness due of the lack of movement in their face. Yesterday, she looked sadder than usual and I stopped to ask if she was okay. She started sobbing and I stayed with her a wee while, holding her hand and telling her that everything would be okay. I wished that I could have stayed longer with her but she had stopped crying and was calmer by the time I headed along to see Ross. I had asked her to focus on her breath and told her that when I'm feeling like things are hard, that's what I do. I told her that Bill was in Scotland and that I was only four months here and so sometimes I felt sad as well. Hopefully I wasn't patronising. I did tell her that I couldn't really imagine how she was feeling but that, if she could, when it felt to much, she might just try to remember to breath.
I saw her again when I had to go back to Ross' room for cups for our coffee. I noticed her surname was Mackenzie and stopped to ask if her ancestors were Scottish, to which she nodded yes. I asked if they were from the north and she shook her head. I asked if they were from the south and she shook her head again and laughed. Of all things...she laughed. How big a gift was that to me, for my taking the time to talk to her. I told her that I was from Edinburgh and that I would see her each Monday and would remind her to breath. She smiled and nodded.
Now, I know nothing of this wee lady. She may not remember who I am next week but that's okay. A bit like the movie 50 First Dates but instead of making someone fall in love with me every day, I can spend a wee while each Monday morning trying to make Ms Mackenzie laugh :-)
On the way home, I stopped off at the plaza that sold the Thorntons toffee that I bought Andrew for Christmas. They still had some left so I picked up a couple of boxes for him. I then popped into Shoppers Drug to get stamps but the counter was shut for 15 minutes so I browsed. Big mistake. I found lots of bargains-most of which we needed-and joked with the cashier that I had just come in for stamps, whilst I tried to stuff all my shopping into the Thorntons toffee bag. I gingerly walked home in case the plastic bag exploded but got there with bag in tact. On emptying it I discovered that the less-than-half-price hair-colour had not made it. Checking my receipt, I hadn't been charged for it and so the cashier must not have put it through. Lucky escape? Well, that's how I'm reading it.
I am going to bring my end of Feb app't (for colour) forward to tomorrow, if I can. Going blonder may be the answer to hiding these greys because they seem to have appeared agin awfully quick.
Wow, this is a big rambly blog and I apologise to those of you who pray it will be short and sweet, so that you can get back to what you're doing.
The rest of the day doesn't hold too much anyhow, although I could spin it out if this were a shorter blog-lol.
A lovely skype with Bill, a yummy chicken and rice dinner, a few episodes of Greys anatomy (Jen is watching it from season 1) and no movie beause Ali has loads of homework this week.My writing is supposed to get back on track today........I will let you know how it goes, tomorrow.
Much Love,
Lxxxx
p.s. one of my bargains for $3.49. Peanut butter Lindors....yum. x
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