It'll be a slightly less busy week for us, though I'm a tad anxious about Thursday. We have a breakfast feast, that's been the way we get to see our local grandchildren. It makes a long wearying day for me, having to host people for breakfast and make sure they're content, fed and getting along. (I'm really sort of anti-social, too much fuss and noise and commotion causes great stress for me, and I'm not at all - even remotely - a party planner.) Then I turn around and do a streamlined, pared down dinner for those who live in our house. At the end of the day I'm ready for quiet. Feet up. And maybe a bit of chocolate.
Saturday we went to see the latest movie about Mr. Fred Rogers - "A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood". I cried. I know it was meant to be sort of heart-reaching. I guess I was in just the mood to respond through my tear ducts. I so dislike crying. But I kept thinking of an article I read the other day. I can't link directly to the article since I'm not a subscriber to the New York Times, but here's an article about the article.
Mr. Rogers, Who Was He
Jeanne Marie Laskas writes beautifully about her friendship with Mr. Rogers. I particularly enjoyed this one bit:
“It’s so very hard, receiving,” he said. “When you give something, you’re in much greater control. But when you receive something, you’re so vulnerable.
“I think the greatest gift you can ever give is an honest receiving of what a person has to offer.
And it's finally November weather. Looking out my window, it's snowing. But almost 40 degrees so it isn't yet sticking. But by morning, we'll have an accumulation. And I'll spend the next 4 months worrying about all my loved ones driving and hoping they'll be safe.
I'm so grateful for the privilege of living in a snug, comfy warm home. With the ability to choose whether to stay at home in the inclement weather. I'm so grateful for those who are kind to me. And for hot chocolate. :^)
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