It’s a beautiful, glorious day. The leaves on the pear trees across the street are glittering in the sunlight. It’s cool and dry and quite breezy and wonderful, and all I can think about is that there are four people who were alive yesterday afternoon but didn’t live to see today. It just seems so unfair. There you are, minding your own business, doing whatever you’re doing, when a thunderstorm pops up, turns into a tornado, and you are done. Just like that.
Scary, how fragile life is. I need to appreciate it more. Even being ill, there is so much beauty and joy in the world that is always available to me if I allow myself to notice it.
I try not to let illness get me down. I do not succeed all the time, but I do try to enjoy my life every day, to laugh every day. I am fortunate to have a friend who is as crazy as I am and who calls me every day whereupon we get hysterically laughing over absolutely nothing. We can find humor in just about anything. That’s a very good thing.
I wonder if cats can sense the weather. Gertrude was invisible the entire day yesterday, til well after all the storms had run their course. She didn’t come out of hiding until around 10 pm, which is completely out of character for her. She likes to sit with me and get in the way when I’m using the laptop. It’s her thing. But not yesterday. Interesting.
Her name is actually Snowflake, but I call her Gertrude. Because I can. My mother called all of our pets, dog, cats, male, female, she called them all Sam. Considering that she would call me my sister’s name and vice versa, I guess it was less confusing for her and the animals. Hmmm, I seem to have neglected to get up and take that first pill. Guess I’d better move it.