Someone waiting home for me
Something’s telling me it might be you
It’s telling me it might be you
All of my life
~~ Stephen Bishop
I’m sitting here at home, bundled on the couch. It is a cold day in Kansas City, barely 25° today. It was quite a few degrees warmer this morning. But oh I look out the front door and, thank goodness, we didn’t get much snow.
And I’m home.
I’m bundled on the couch and the heat is going. I’m drinking hot cocoa and Tootsie, one of my favorite movies, just started up on the VCR. I’m not at work and there was a darned good chance they would have called in today (after five 12-hour shifts this week) because there is something going on today called the Super Bowl. Apparently this is a big deal. So many people called in sick that it filled the mail box. I know this because my husband called in and there was no room for him to leave a message. The thing is he is actually is sick and he cares even less about the Super Bowl than I do. At least I know the Broncos and the Seaplanes are playing.
But I didn’t get called in. I’m home.
I got to go to church this morning with my neighbors from two doors down (and cosmic neighbors they are!) and I got to hear a wonderful message about the respect of all religions…including the one in which we were raised. Whew! We had a wonderful guest singer named Denise Rosier and she just blew me away—she blew us all away.
And right now? I’m home.
I have a home. I have a place to keep me out of this 25° weather. I sit here, Dustin Hoffman is getting ready to transform into Dorothy Michaels for the first time, and the heat is running and there are hundreds and thousands and millions of people who are homeless.
Homeless! I can’t imagine! What would I be doing today if I was homeless? Would I be in an alley wrapped in newspapers?
I am home with my husband. My legally wedded husband. Legally! I would have never guessed with a writer’s imagination that fourteen years ago when I met “R” that one day we would be legally married! Every time I look down at my hand and see that gold band, even all these months later, I can scarcely believe it.
The truth is that my life is filled with things I can scarcely believe. And I’m grateful. So grateful.
I took a nap this afternoon and just got up a bit ago which explains why I am just now posting today’s 365 Days of Silver. I never said I had to post it first thing in the morning!
2015 is going to be the year that I not only am thankful for extraordinary things—and they’re coming, I know they’re coming—but I am going to remember, daily, all the things that fills my life that I take for granted. It is so easy to forget how lucky I am to have a home, to have a mug for my hot chocolate, to have hot chocolate, to have a church home that doesn’t judge me or tell me I’m going to the Seventh Circle of Hell because I’m homosexual, how blessed I am to be homosexual, to not be at work (I won’t be driving home this evening in all this mess) and to have the ability (if I so chose) to watch the Expatriates and the Seafoams playing the Super Bowl!
Dustin Hoffman just got the part as Emily Kimberly and is just now sitting down with her/his agent at the Russian Tearoom and shocking the heck out of him.
George Fields: Oh God! I begged you to get some therapy.
Michael/Dorothy: I know. and you also told me that no one would hire me again.
George Fields: You think that this will make a difference? [Michael being dressed as a woman]
Michael/Dorothy: I got a soap, George. I’m the new woman administrator on Southwest General.
George Fields: What?
Michael/Dorothy: Congratulate me! They almost didn’t hire me because they thought I looked too feminine. Isn’t that amazing?
I am at home and I’m warm and I am getting ready to make myself another cocoa (this time with maybe a little bit of spiced rum) and Sarah Jane has woken up and is barking for me to come get her and carry her down the stairs (she is getting a little arthritis we think—plus she’s spoiled) and my husband (husband!) is tinkering down in the basement and the heating works and I am watching a great movie and Sarah Jane has curled up in the crook of my folded legs.
I won’t be doing my normal Sunday night thing with my friend Cricket—catching up with the week’s shows or maybe a movie like The Normal Heart or Boyhood—but that’s okay because I am tired and she’s tired and the truth is I’m getting sick (all these hours finally did it) and I need the rest so I’ll finish Tootsie and maybe I Am Number Four before I go to bed and get all rested because a new story idea has struck me like lightening and very well could be finished in just two or three days!
Life is good.
Thank you God for all the little things that really, in the end, are not so little after all.