A day of contrasts

Weather: Yesterday I awoke to gray drizzle, thunder, and occasional heavy rain. A day to stay inside. But about noon, the sun came out and stayed, as though it had just discovered the world. It made me itch to be outside, but I had no opportunity, nowhere to go. Reinforces my longing to have my car back—just driving around would get me out of the cottage for a welcome break.

Today, the sun shone all day, but I sensed that we were not going to church. Jordan had someplace to be by twelve or one, and the Cowtown marathoners ran right by our house. Only the laggers came by at ten-thirty, when we would have gone to church, because we’re fairly early in the course. But I didn’t point that out. I watched the livestreaming service at nine. With hearing aids, livestreaming, and only half the choir at the early service, the music is not as glorious as it can be, but the message was strong.

Healing: The Lenten theme is strong at the broken places, playing on the Japanese art of Kintsukuroi in which broken pottery is mended with lacquer mixed with powdered gold. Last week, the sermon was on broken relationships; this week, on broken bodies.

I was inspired enough to have a much more positive attitude about the sight in my bad eye. It will heal. Right now, I can distinguish light and dark—a window, a door, the computer monitor—and I can see motion if I wave my hand in front of my eye (even can recognize that it’s a hand) but everything is blurry. Doctor said, “We’re just going to ride this one out,” and of course I was skeptical. But after this morning’s sermon, I’m determined Waiting for positive results

Food: Yesterday, my lunch consisted of rare Mediterranean roast beef (not sure what was Mediterranean about it, but it was so good), artichoke hearts, and a bit of creamed spinach; dinner was a delicious crab cake and a potato croquette with goat cheese. Today I slipped into what you might call the vernacular: bbq sandwich for lunch and chili for supper.

But tonight, I had sweet Jacob for company. As I write he’s absorbed in an iPad on the couch. I must get up and do the dishes.

And off we go into another week. Hope it’s a happy one for everyone.