2020-12-10 — No Shining Down to Dallas

The small hope of seeing the aurora borealis tonight apparently has turned to “zero chance,” so that’s too bad, but given that I didn’t even hear about the possibility until tonight and found out about a minute later that it wasn’t going to happen, it’s not a terrible loss. But that is one thing I’d love to see in my life at some point.

I’m gonna dive into today in gratitude, as it’s almost 10, and I dropped the bed-on-time ball yet again.

#1. I’m grateful that my finger seems to be making positive progress? It still regresses a good bit every night while sleeping, and I almost have to start over each morning, but going to get x-rays seems to have scared it. I’m crossing my fingers (the functional ones) that maybe it really is ok, and all the pain and the weird hard places are just trapped fluid pockets.

#2. I’m grateful that I was able to do what I felt was best for me to do before having a conversation with Cory. I wanted to talk to Cory, but the most important parts of my morning routine have been falling quite short for quite a while, and I was strong enough today to put them first today. They needed to be.

#3. I’m grateful for a great conversation with Cory.

#4. I’m grateful for my little heave at the creek. If it weren’t for my finger, I would have been a dam builder today, but the scab hasn’t healed over, and they’re still worried about bone infection, so I didn’t let it get wet more than once. Hard to build a dam with one hand and when you don’t want to get your shoes wet.

#5. I’m grateful to be a part of this hill family here. I got to show my nephew Landon what all I’ve been working on as far as walking trails are concerned, and we walked all over the north and west sides of the property, to some places I’ve never even been! Guess that’s pretty easy on a piece of land this big. Oh, how I long for my own place like this. So grateful to enjoy it, and I’m grateful that, at least from what I’ve been told, I’m considered part of the clan here. I wouldn’t dream of ever asking for a piece of the land, but it’s nice that they at least say they see me as part of the family. I still feel awkward saying “our” property. I probably won’t ever say that. Again, nice, though.

Loves and hugs, my lovelies. Hope you have a beautiful Friday.

Thought of the Day: Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying “I will try again tomorrow.” –Mary Anne Radmacher

Lift the World.

~ stephen