Remembering

July 30, 2019

When you have to be up early in the morning, remembering at 10:10 the night before that you forgot to drop the car off at the garage for the morning’s appointment is not the way you want to end the night. Both of us had to get out of bed, get dressed, and drive to Cassadaga, watching for deer all the way. Now we’re wide awake, and morning’s appointments are still early. 

It’s not like we were wasting time through the evening. We were privileged to have granddaughter Abi stop in for dinner after her lifeguarding shift, after which I finished repairing the cider press. Getting everything to fit took some fiddling, but it’s done and ready for fall. One more project checked off the list. But morning will come early. 

At least we have the vehicles we need to be able to drop one off and not be stranded at the garage for the day waiting for it to get fixed, and we have the money in hand for the job. We are healthy enough to be able to hop out of bed upon remembering the morning’s appointment, and can laugh at our oversight. Our marriage is strong, life is full of activity (almost too full!), and we live in as much security as this world allows. Being up late and rising early is nothing; millions of people would trade places with us in a heartbeat. It’s taken a lifetime, but we’ve learned to count blessings instead of irritations. It’s a good habit to get into.