I love finding unusual things. It is not every day in this suburban/minivan/sports car town, you see a Big yellow Taxi.
It reminded me of Jon Travolta and Danny Davido... Remember that show? I loved that show. It also reminded me of the old Carly simon song: "A big Yellow Taxi"
Hey farmer farmer, put away your ddt now~ Given me spots on my apples, and even birds on the tree now~ Don't it always seem to go... that you don't know what you got till it's gone...
So with one of my favorite songs playing in my head, I went about having a very nice day with my family. "Because you don't know what you got till its gone"~
We drove to Sandy for errands. It's the only way to avoid bumping into patients, which of course, Dr. Garrett doesn't mind. It just gets a bit awkward for me and the kids to stand and smile patiently while someone complains about their blood pressure, back pain...or bowl habits, (yup..).
We stopped by our favorite place to eat. (Actually Dr. Garrett's place...I prefer something more foreign)...because I am oh so very sophisticated.
Though I must say, I am always happy to go to thisplace, Just for the
Oh the ginger muffins...perfect.
Dr. Garrett tells me my bowel habits would be better if I ate more salad,
and drank more water. I wish I had a picture of Dr. Garrett's water jug. I really should take a picture.
He drinks 2-3 gallons a day. Every day.
I say he can keep his own bowel habits~
I am happy with my ginger muffin.
But I sure am glad he is next to me.
"Because you don't know what you got till its gone"~
There were a bunch of seagulls in the
Walmart parking lot. It made me dream of
walking on the beach...for a brief moment.
Because that is where I think Seagulls belong.
Not at the garbage dump...or the Walmart trash bins.
I think they are much to pretty to be scavaging for garbage.
We had movie night.
And After the kids fought over who sat closest to mom and Dad,
We snuggled up and watched an old
Cowboy show...The Fabulous Seven.
I love old Cowboy shows.
I love old Cowboy's
Especially this one...
Sunday brought it's own beauty.
We went to grandma and grandpa Smith's house.
We Love that house.
And we Love their land even more.
I brought my camera so I could take pictures
of Grandpa giving tractor rides, the grandkids love tractor rides...but I think Grandpa does too.
Then my darn camera battery died.
But there will be a next time...I hope.
Because, after all..."you don't know what you got till it's gone."
Today~ I am going to have a happy day. A happy, beautiful, brilliant day.
But I know there are some that won't.
My Brother's nephew was killed in a car accident yesterday. I don't know him. But I know His aunt Becky, my brothers wife, and she is Brave and Beautiful.
Today... My friends father is dying. I don't know him but I know his daughter and she is Brave and Beautiful too.
I have known loss and heartache and grief, that could never be spoken of on these pages~
Because their mine... and now their Gods... Because I gave them to him. With the help of his Son.
But... Before he took them from me... He let me feel them until I thought my heart would shatter in a millionPieces.
Just like the plate mom shattered at her cancer retreat. The host let her pick out a beautiful antique plate~ My mother loved Antiques...
And then she was given a hammer and told to break it... into a million pieces.
"This is your life" they told her... and she felt sad, angry and hopeless. Then they brought out the morter and told her to create something beautiful out of it. And she did. But she was still a little sad. A lot sad.
"This is your new life"... This shattered plate has been made beautiful again. Different than you ever dreamed. But beautiful non the less.
Why? Why do they call grief...heartache? Because Everything aches~ Your stomach your neck your head your throat...I call this piano throat, because that is what you swallow when you swallow grief. Even your breath. Every single breath you take... feels like your lungs will collapse.
I have beautiful women in my life, that know first hand what it feels like to shatter a plate.
But those are their stories to share. They shared them with me and I will never Ever be the same. They are my sisters. Because you can't glue a plate back together without Sisters.
And I will never forget the cold winter~ They got on a plane... And brought me Spring.
This one is for you~ And for all of my sisters that make my plate whole again...every single day.