What a day….
First, and foremost, my mother has greatly improved! She is home from the hospital!
I tried to convince her to stay and extra day. It would make me feel better. She would have been amidst people who could watch and take care of her if anything happens. She lives in a tiny town about twenty-five minutes from the hospital. But then anyone who knows how stubborn I am can now know that I am a chip of the old block. My mother is about the most stubborn person I know. She was going home. The good thing is that the doctors were willing to let her go. And they aren’t going to make her go on the blood thinner—which is something she really didn’t want to do. But she has agreed to take the aspirin. Thank you God! God is good.
I will tell you, this reminds me once again not to take anything for granted. My mother beign in the hospital reminds me not to take her for granted. And having her as my mother is one of the sacred blesings I can have.
Which leads to another blessing. See I know why she is so deeply intent on going home. Her husband, that she married about five months ago, had a very serious stroke about four months ago. He has been in the hospital and in an assisted living home for months. He has finally reached the point where he can go home! He still has a very long way to recovery, and we don’t know if he ever will fully recover, but tomorrow he is going home!
I choose to see the blessings! My mother is home and tomorrow her husband goes home.
I choose to know that all is in God’s hands, and that the Universe is good.
And finally, I had a good day at work. Yes! A good day at work! Talk about a miracle.
We have a new person named Rachael in our department and she is wonderful. A hard worker, kind hearted, generous, sweet, intelligent…. Just wonderful. Why yesterday she bought me lunch. It is wonderful having someone like her to work with.
And today they finally started training me in an aspect of the department that is actually interesting and mentally challenging. I will be doing all kinds of things instead of the menial labor I’ve been doing for years. And on days that I do this work, I won’t have to work much with the Evil Team Leader!
So yes, it was a good day. A very, very good day. And I think there are many more to come.
And hey! I have four days off!
What could be better than that?
Today I look at all the blessings. My mother is alive and well. Her husband goes home tomorrow. I had a good day at work. I have a new team member that I actually like and can talk to. And finally, I am being trained to do something at work that is actually interesting.
Thank you Universe! Thank you for all the blessings.
God is good!
Namasté,
B.G. Thomas
PS: My mother and I would both like to thank you all for your avalanche of good wishes and prayers and healing light. Such love is amazing. Thank you so much!
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
“Right outta nowhere
But teaching myself to look for Waldo in the big puzzle, teaching myself to look for the good, every day, did wonders.
The first time I saw the words I was taken completely by surprise. I’d just had coffee with a sweet friend and before we went out separate ways, we stopped at this little souvenir shop next door. I was looking at coffee mug—which is normal for me—and there they were….
“A good friend is a connection to life — a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.”
“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
She encouraged me to check my local quality grocery store in the coffee section. She told me that often a larger city will have a local roaster. That way I could be drinking Arabica beans (the original) that have been roasted very recently. She also explained that the minute beans are ground they begin to lose their flavor. She recommended that I check out the store and she betted that I could ground them right here—and to start with small batches to see if I liked them.
Then came the biggest surprise. They had no creams. No half and half. No sugar. No sweetner. They explained real coffee didn’t need such additives any more than a good steak needed a sauce to cover up the taste of the meat. I was pissed. I had already bought my coffee. They encouraged me to drink it. Their whole mission was to be an Anti-Starbucks and teach people how wonderful coffee really was.
The store was called “Oddly Correct” and it, and all that I had learned about coffee, were the inspiration for my novel Hound Dog & Bean and the shop I call The Shepherd’s Bean. I go there whenever I can (Oddly Correct, not The Shepherd’s Bean). It’s a wonderful place.
It all started with a beckoning finger. And a pair of pants.
Have I mentioned that Linnea throws the most incredible parties ever? The last decade she has been doing a Chinese New Year’s party which is beyond description. Of course she goes with the theme and that (in one evening) goes from the sacred and serious to the absurd and hilarious. There was the blow up the monkey contest and sumu wrestling and of course we are encouraged to wear costumes and there are prizes prizes prizes. Generous prizes. The year of the rabbit she put out a Playboy calendar with her sexy friends as the montly mondels and I got to help with that! I helped photograph a lot of the ladies and it was so much fun. She promises that her last CNY party—the year of the Cock (LOL!)—will be the best ever!
To tie her generous nature and adventure together…. One year for my birthday she got me seats to see the mind-blowing group called Pink Martini. I was so excited, they are one of my favorites of all time. She told me she wasn’t able to get floor tickets. I didn’t care. We started off at a martini bar to celebrate and had pink ones, and the were surprised to find out that the bar had a free ride to go to the theater we needed to go (we all fall into these things when we’re together). Then we get there and ask the theatre guide for help and we start walking toward the stage. What? I wondered. And we kept going. At about the fifteenth row a couple I know—very well off calls to me and I stop and we hug and the guide clears this throat and I say I have to leave and….we keep going. To the third row! The third row! The concert was every single thing I could have hoped for and more. The more being….
All I know is that there must be a God. Because it’s the only explanation for having such a wonderful friend. As the Sound of Music says, “I must have done something good….”
“It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.”
365 Days of Silver 