This has been one of those weeks, the ones where there's something every day and it takes careful planning to get it all in and not get overwhelmed. And yeah, that might be a bit of an overstatement (I'm still a fan of the understatement) but it has been busy.
But full of uplifting moments. (Just for now, we'll ignore the state of the financial markets which is causing much mental agonizing and handwringing. We aren't financially wealthy, but do count on our small investments to get us through the remainder of our physical lives. It's kind of scary right now. Every single day brings more apprehension.)
The other night we were invited over to our former neighbors home (they only moved about a mile away) for their oldest daughter's opening of her mission call (we remember when she was born!). It was a thrill and an honor to be invited. The house was full of people and we only knew a few. But we walked home from there pretty elated. We hadn't ever been invited to something like that before and weren't quite sure about - well - much of anything. Only that it felt so kind and lovely to be there. We were warmly received. Her area of service sounds like the perfect fit for her. It still makes my heart happy to think about that evening. We've never in our 50+ years of marriage had any better neighbors than that family. We miss them.
We also went with a couple friends to eat. It's been sad that we are no longer in their ward (darn division) but we manage to get together every couple weeks for food and a gab fest. The guys get together for the "old guys" lunch every month, and sometimes in between. Us women have actually been to dinner a couple times recently. It's so rare to find a couple that we feel so comfortable with, that we connect with and look forward to seeing. I'm so grateful for them. It felt good to laugh and hugs are always welcome.
Growing up, I wasn't touched with love or hugged or much of anything like that to my recall. I've had to work on learning how, though it has always been easy with The Husband. So I'm grateful for people who spontaneously reach out to bring me in for a hug, had a few of them at the neighbors and then again with our friends. I truly believe I've lived in a hug deficit for a long time. Though The Husband does make an effort to remedy that.
This morning we did the Jordan River Trail for our walk. I wanted to go by the sign telling us what kind of sheep Monty is. Valais Doll sheep. He was across the field hunkered down by the shed. Until he heard our voices. Up he jumped, trotted over to the fence and visited with us for as long as we would stay. We pulled some grass which he gobbled up, he even stood on the bottom rail of the inner fence and stuck his head over for more munchies. He stood very still when I gently rubbed his head, nose and ear, seemed to enjoy the attention. Definitely fun that we rarely have.
I'm grateful for birthdays to celebrate those we care for, for a play to attend tonight, for a haircut (I'm so in need) tomorrow, for physical therapy for that darn wrist tendonitis (pain level is reduced by about 30% since last session, thanks to the 4 pages of exercises I do daily) and for veggie plants ready to set in the gardens. So looking forward to fresh, tasty tomatoes!
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