Monday, June 22, 2015

IT'S BEEN A CRAZY DAY

Last Saturday began as any other. Had a cup of coffee or more accurately, three, and my english muffin. My husband left about 7:30 to take the dog for his morning walk and informed me that when he returned he planned on trimming the front bushes. I went into panic mode. Why? Well, he's willing but like most men, he approaches such a task with gusto rather than artistry. Now, these boxwoods are my babies, lush and healthy and are positioned right under the front windows of our house. They are the prettiest boxwoods I have ever seen and grew nearly 30% since last spring. They really needed trimming!

My husband had begun the trimming yesterday and before I knew it he took that hedge trimmer went right from the bottom to the top and shaved them. I mean, it's the difference between...I'll explain. Imagine a guy walking into a barbershop with a beautiful head of hair and telling the barber to give him a trim, you know, "just a little off the sides" and he walked out with a crew cut. So when he said he was going to finish up the bushes, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, threw myself together and dashed out to supervise.

When he returned, I was ready to go and he began the...TRIMMING. Yikes!! My bushes were starting to look like big green boxes. Having sensed his frustration, I asked if I could take over the shaping. He handed me the trimmer and I was off. I will say this, it's not as easy as you might think and to get the hang of using a hedge trimmer, never having used one before, is a bit challenging. I rounded off the first bush and went on to the second, figuring when I was done I'd go back and perfect the trimming so each one looked identical.

I was feeling pretty confident by now as I began trimming the last bush, and from this point, I'm a little foggy.  All I knew was something bit me! OUCH!  Gosh, my index finger hurt and, holy cow, it's bleeding like gang-busters!  I went into the house to put on a band-aid and when we both took a good look at it, we agreed that the best thing to do was to go to the clinic and have the doctor on call sew it up.  It took 10 stitches to close it and a splint to keep the finger from bending.  Want to know the good thing that came out of this?  The doctor on call was a real peach, empathetic, sweet and very capable.  We weren't happy with the doctor we had been seeing and asked if she would take both Frank and I as patients.  What she said was, "I'm not really taking new patients but I'll make an exception with you two, because you're so nice." Yay!!

So I've got a finger (on my left hand) that's chewed up pretty good, a metal splint, and a new doctor. We're thrilled (about the new doctor not the stitches.)  I get the stitches out in ten days and believe me, it could've been much worse.


OH, WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE!

“Oh, what a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I had realized it sooner.”

This simple but all-encompassing statement really sums up what I have been feeling lately. One would think that these all too familiar sentiments expressed by generation after generation would not seem like such a personal realization when they hit, but they do. The problem is they are never really understood until they are yours. I can only say that I’m glad I recognized these feelings now at ALMOST seventy (assuming that I have at least another fifteen or twenty years ahead of me) than to have them occur to me when I woke up on my 85th birthday.

Why is it that we allow life and projects and worries and anxieties to consume us? Why is it that it takes us till the sunset of our lives to be overwhelmed with the beauty of a sunrise? Why am I just now truly listening to the songs of the birds in the morning, paying attention to the smell of the dew on the grass and the crispness of the cool air that surrounds me on my morning walk?

I guess the most obvious answer is that in retirement I have the time, but I can’t help but think, “I’ve missed out on so much.”

OH, WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE
by Patty Lynn

How is it that it took till now for me to realize
The wonder of each bud, each tree, the blueness of the skies?
How is it that the world’s so sweet, a fact I’ve missed so long,
The grass so green, the sun so bright, the robin’s pretty song?

God's mighty hand and purpose seen in every single thing
From blade of grass to speckled breast of baby birds that sing
Forever has and ever will enrich the world we live in,
For Nature is the Father’s gift, since time has ever been.

I now awake with joyful heart and sheer anticipation
Of what’s in store for me each day, for me a revelation.
A mile or so from starting point and then back home again
The years I wasn’t able to, eternity it’s been.

God, thank you for this privilege, to walk in your creation,
To see the world anew again, and feel each new sensation.
Improvement of my chronic pain, no more the stop and start
Has left me feeling blessed indeed, with gratitude of heart.

A gift like this, I was convinced, would never ever be
For as we age we lose so much, at least it seemed to me.
I am ashamed I doubted God, the truth is He can do
What seems to us impossible, with ease He pulls us through.