Gratitude Monday: On the edges of Mothers Day

With Mothers Day just behind me, I must recognize first the gratitude I have for Loved-One, Wrestler #1, Wrestler #2, CeCi, Mr. Ceci, and CoCo for the way they lavished attention on me this week. They even gave me the lawn edger I coveted.  I get a lot of satisfaction out of edging the sidewalks and the flower beds.  There’s something about a straight line at all the borders that just feels good. [tweetthis]It’s like the way the back of a man’s neck feels right after her gets a haircut. [/tweetthis] I admit it’s sorta goofy. Here’s what’s on my list this week, in no particular order:

  • My own Mom.  I’m so lucky to still have her, for one.  The main reason I am thankful for her is all the wisdom she’s imparted, her openness to new ideas, her tough, but loving attitude, and   the way she’s such a good friend to me.
  • New friendships opening with people like Beth Rosen and Lisa Romeo.
  • Newish friends who agreed to start a Mastermind group.  I’m already feeling more accountable and our first Blab meeting is tonight.
  • The recovery of my brother-in-law, Randy, who woke up one morning last week unable to move his arm.  His mini-stroke, turned into more of a full-blown stroke. Already, he is home, recovering, and ready to attach physical therapy.
  • The honesty of my sister, Vickie (Randy’s wife) who told everyone not to text or call while they were at the hospital. With eight siblings and a myriad of nieces and nephews, sometimes love and caring can be a bit overwhelming.  Instead, Vickie kept Julie in the loop, who disseminated the information like command central.
  • Balmy weather and algae-off.  Yes!  The frogs and croaking; the water garden is ready for summer. We do need new fish.  We found Zorro the Koi beached in early March. He had a good long life that went from black with an orange mask to full orange with black spots.
  • Yoga with Christine.  Om!20140213-084859.jpg
  • My flute and my new teacher.  Soon I’ll be ready with “Bungle through the Jungle.”
  • A flexible work schedule.  Sometimes I feel like I have the structure of jello mold. At the same time, it’s wonderful to do what I want, when I want.  As long as I don’t want to do too many things, which is my unfortunate tendency.
This is a pretty sad looking St. Francis. He’s been with me for 30 years. I can’t bear to part with him.