I’m outside with Shiloh.
We’re enjoying the morning.
Two birds are singing. A dog is barking in the distance.
Every once in a while I'll hear the wind in the trees.
Now I hear a plane overhead.
My coffee is getting a little luke-warm, but I like it so much out here I don’t think I’ll go in and heat it up yet.
Life is sweet.
Oh, I’ve been ‘under the weather’, but now I’m feeling better... and glad I took some ‘sick-days’ off.
I remember my Grandmother Ora saying something like, “You don’t appreciate feeling good until you’ve felt bad.” That was one day when we were going to go shopping. She had been sick, but felt better, which meant shopping!!
She and Granddaddy Earl lived in the hub of the Universe: Dallas - Oak Cliff. We’d go to BIG TOWN mall (the first mall in the area) or just down on Jefferson to shop the stores, and sometimes to Sears.
Sears was the first place I rode an escalator.
I can’t remember where I first rode an elevator.
I do remember my kids fighting (not literally) to see who could push the elevator number. Or the up or down button.
Life can be so sweet.
Oh, it can have horrors - like tornadoes.
But right now, I’m thinking about the sweetness of it.
And about living in America, land of the free.
On this Memorial Day weekend I want to remember those who gave their lives so that we could be free.
Daddy would always fly the American flag.
We have a small one.
I think we’ll get it out.