40 Days…Goliath challenged the Israelites before David bested him.
40 Days (& nights)…it rained before flooding the earth and Noah set forth on the ark.
40 Days…Jesus rose from the dead and ascended into heaven.
40 Days…during the season of Lent.
40 Days…Moses spent on Mount Sinai before receiving the ten commandments.
40 Days…I get married.
Currently, my days are numbered…but not in a dismal way. In 40 days, I will be married. I will be celebrating a new chapter in my life with my new wife and our new family. We will commit our lives to each other and share our love with the world.
In the meantime…we have 40 days
…to write or choose our vows;
…get our dress and suits fitted;
…to find and purchase our gifts to our family and attendants;
…to plan the fairy garden that we are creating at the service venue;
…to finalize our Honeymoon Itinerary;
…to decide on and complete about another hundred items on our “To Do” lists.
40 Days…many significant events have occurred during the span of forty days. Many would question my comparing my next 40 days to these historical moments; although to me, they will be significant and historical. Let the countdown continue…
My grandma’s bathroom was nothing special. It was a small room with green carpet, the kind that was popular in the 70’s and 80’s. It had a formica sink in a small vanity and a bathtub with no shower. She had a selection of little soaps that she had collected over the years. They had a small layer of dust on them as they were not to be used, only enjoyed.
A small radio hung from the cabinet. It housed a toilet paper roll, although the radio never picked up any stations. The closet held the usual amount of items, including towels; soaps; and personal hygiene products. The toilet had a fuzzy cover over the lid, making it fall while it was up – which was challenging for a boy to go pee.
Beside the stool, in a little wooden container, lived her Reader’s digests. This little magazine in this little bathroom brings back memories for me. I would steal moments of time reading her copies. I fell in love with this magazine in her bathroom. The stories were entertaining and simple. The jokes tickled me and the stories made me smile.
Twenty-five years later, I am a subscriber to Reader’s digest. In this day, I can get information electronically at the touch of a cell-phone button. Television has 200 channels and runs 24-hours a day. But this little magazine, full of stories and jokes, quotes and quizzes, still attracts my attention.
I collect the issues and read them when I can. The magazine reminds me of simpler times. It reminds me of my grandma. The stories are both current and nostalgic. They make me smile and they make me cry. They make me think and they make me forget. I read them, dog-ear the issues where I have been, and I tear out the pages. I use the stories to provide motivation or insight. I find interesting ideas to use and I find fun ideas to implement. I have a file of pages the I have torn out that I plan on using to help me make this blog wonderful.
Reader’s digest is a wonderful memory to me. I am so happy that in this digital age, it is still printed in it’s traditional size. It fits just right in the basket that I keep next to my toilet in my little bathroom.
Celebrated my 45th birthday the other day. Woke up early and enjoyed the quiet as the rest of the house was happily sleeping in on their Sunday. The temperature outside read negative 14, so I started a fire in the stove and sat down with a Coke. I took a few minutes to evaluate my day, and enjoyed the thought of getting a few of my checklist items crossed off today.
Soon enough, the household stirred and the family began their lyrics of “Good Morning. Happy Birthday.” Got plenty of early morning hugs and a few quick kisses. Happiness spread over me and warmed my heart more than any fire burning.
I started checking off my list, while listening to my Spotify music service. I was introduced to Spotify by Tiffany a couple of years ago, as she started sending me music recommendations and songs that made her think of me or us. The first song that I “liked” on my Favorites list was American Pie by Don McClean. This song holds a number of great memories for me, which sometime I will share more in detail.
Anyway, I got the Valentine decorations put up; the air hockey table built and running; and Ainsley’s television set up in her bedroom. As my birthday winds down, I am reminded of how blessed I am. I got to enjoy the 45th celebration of my birth, surrounded by family that loves me. I am happy and healthy. I am warm and full. I am at ease with my career and my choices. I have wonderful friends, both near and far, who like and love me. I am safe and protected. I happy and content! Happy 45th to me! Love you all!!!
Everyday is special. Everyday has a special meaning. Today, however, is extra special. It is National Squirrel Appreciation Day! What a fantastic day to celebrate one of my most favorite creatures on this earth – squirrels.
My father-in-law had a unique relationship with squirrels. It was definitely a love-hate situation. He enjoyed watching birds and growing flowers. The squirrels, doing what they do, sometimes got in the way of his enjoyment. They would steal his birdseed and trample his flowers. But, he enjoyed watching them play and celebrate life. He tolerated their trespasses since he loved the creatures. He participated in watching them with his grandchildren and shared in their joy. He accepted his role with them, and they accepted their role with him.
My relationship has always been more of a love-indifferent one with squirrels. I love watching them, they are indifferent about me. I love the way they play with each other. I love the way that they climb and jump and skitter about in the trees. I love how they make children happy. They love the fact that I will brake for them when they are crossing the street.
Squirrels are cute, little creatures that enjoy life. They have babies called kittens, and they can run up to 20 miles and hour. They can fly, and when they are frightened, they dart back and forth to confuse predators. Gray squirrels are called “living fossils” because they haven’t changed much in 37 million years. I am happy for that!