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| Morgan and me, ready for the afternoon's outing |
Do you have days
that replenish your cup of joy? I had one today. I’ve been grateful for many
things this past week—successful surgery, the support of family and friends,
the dedicated care from Jordan who ran herself ragged trying to see that I was
all right in the hospital while looking for a suitable rehab facility. But I
haven’t been filled with joy and laughter.
Colin and
granddaughter Morgan arrived a little after eleven this morning. It was after
noon before we got away but we went to Jason’s Deli for lunch, and I wondered
why we don’t go there more often. I ate like I hadn’t eaten in a week—Caesar salad,
half a California club sandwich, an oatmeal cookie, a scoop of soft-serv. So
good. Colin went back this evening and brought a baked potato (huge) for my
supper and a kids’ pizza for Morgan—and another oatmeal cookie. We laughed, we
talked seriously, and we had fun. They had driven up in my VW convertible and,
it being a gorgeous day, we drove top down much of the time—until both Morgan and I complained of the chill in the
late afternoon air.
Went to get a new
phone—trading my i5 for an i7-but they needed picture i.d. and Jordan, who was
at Jacob’s basketball game at the downtown YMCA, had my driver’s license. Of
course we had to get it—Colin was determined I have that phone today. With the
Chisholm Trail Parkway we were downtown in minutes. Took longer to find Jordan
but finally Christian came to the parking lot where we were circling. Back to
ATT, where Morgan and I waited in the car (I didn’t want to get in and out too
much). And we waited. And waited. I practiced patience but was about to lose
the battle when Colin emerged with phone and a mini iPad—special deal when you
buy a phone. Back to Garden Terrace where we settled some business issues and
had a good talk.
It wasn’t all fun
and games. Colin, always a diplomat, made me see that I have been both
self-absorbed and selfish, not the model patient that I thought I was. I guess
I thought I should be granted a little leeway because of pain, rehab, not being
home in my own bed. I truly appreciated his candor and honesty—his words were
delivered without emotional tangles. This road to recovery business tests not
only your physical strength but your character.
Not just a
diplomat, Colin is ever the good Samaritan, reaching out to help people. A
woman was parked in front of the building, unable to start her car. Colin
called Chevrolet and waited with her. It turned out that her alternator had
died. He must have been in touch with her by phone because he called from Jason’s
to ask Morgan to go out and tell the woman a tow truck was on the way. Colin
knows what many people never learn—it’s all about what you can do for others in
this life.
Have you tried an
oatmeal/spice/cranberry cookie from Jason’s? Try it. You’ll like it.
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