The early morning with fog and overcast skies made my heart
and mind retreat into smokey layered thoughts of Biltmore mornings. I knew well enough, I was not in North
Carolina, nor was my morning going to be spent reading in front of a grand fireplace. I knew my breakfast would not be containing
grits nor would anyone be refilling my cup of coffee, well except for me. Monday mornings are not early ones for the
most part. I like to take Mondays to
relax and take care of everything going into the new week. There is homework to finish up, laundry,
sometimes errands, but I try to keep Mondays free. That’s not going to be likely in the next few
months as there are periodic trips to the oral surgeon. Today is one of those days. I had almost taken too long reading and had
to hasten a bit in my morning grooming.
I was working on my hair, which I wish I had known that the winds were
blowing 20 mph because I wouldn’t have taken that much time with the hair, when
the phone rang. Dena never calls me at
7:45 am and as I walked toward the phone, I was praying. In that split second of rehearsing all the
scenarios that reasonably could be for the call, but her call was none of those
I imagined. Phew…. Her car wouldn’t start. She knew I had a 9:00 appointment with the
dentist, but could I drop her off at the office? Not a problem…. I picked her up and she came to the car
complete with purse, lunch, briefcase, phone, and garage door opener in hand. For a minute she lost track of the opener but
finally found it on the floor of the car.
We laughed because we had spent the majority of the day together on
Sunday; church, lunch, Nord, The Fresh Market and back to our respective
homes. In my nonprofessional opinion, I
believed she had battery problems. I
dropped her off at the office and made my way to the dentist office. The parking garage at the dentist’s professional
building is not a fav. This is where my
former cardiologist offices and I had spent a lot of my time circling in search
of a precious parking space and trying to keep my pulse and heart rate down
when going for heart related appointments.
Really, you cannot have a heart attack in that garage because the cars
would be lined up outside and onto the street if you happened to block one of
those lanes. In order to keep good
health, I have opted for early morning traffic on the freeway.
If I hadn’t went willy nilly in the parking garage…don’t ask…I would
have been five minutes early for my appointment, but I skidded into the office
at 9:00 am and was out of there by 9:04.
In no time I was at the Target across the street and giddy in finding
two more of the journals that I love.
Dena found three of them in Baytown, so it was a five journal haul this
weekend. I stopped by her office on the
way home and picked her up. Roadside
service would come start her car. I
stopped at Whole Foods and returned home.
I had done more than most Monday mornings. My little fireplace came today but I can’t
get it to work. Maybe Roy can figure it
out for me. The Sugarboo stuff came from
the Nord today. I am in paper heaven.
I’m reading several good books, I continue to love the study
of Genesis in CBS, and I’m content. I
have a thoughtful and kind husband and I have the best friends. Those who I don’t truly understand or those
who genuinely kind of aggravate me are at a distance right now and the rest is
oh so very welcomed. This has been a
good Monday and for this I am sincerely grateful.
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