I have a whole entry category called This and That Musing; the reason for this is that I daydream quite often. Sometimes I think about things in the past, particularly about my son Skyler and stepson, Beau. Other times I dream about the dogs I've had. We all have ebbs and flows in our life, ups and downs-rarely do I focus on the downs, simply because I can't change it. The only thing I can do is learn from it, take it with me and carry on. Like breast cancer. Yucky time in my life-have friends and family members who are dealing with it. One in 9 women in our country will have a b.c. scare to some degree or another. One in nine. So what to do? Actively support those that do, and support the causes around it. End of story.
This morning I saw a post from my nephew, Sam. He is becoming a profound young man. He is 16 now (where does the time go?) and is experiencing his first love. I love reading his posts. Last week, he posted about being disabled and how it does not stop him from doing everything. I told him on facebook that it should be "disabull...t" and he can do ANYTHING". In the true spirit of Sam and all of the young texters and facebookers and tweeters, he sent back "OMG, Aunt Cheryl, ur the best, LOL, OMG." Now if I wasn't so hip, I wouldn't have a clue what all that meant, but I did. (for years I thought LOL meant "lots of love" and couldn't figure out why business associates were signing their emails with this!") LOL to you Samuel.
Yesterday I was looking out my window and one of my neighbours was getting work done by Laird and Son (heating and cooling contractors). Many moons ago, when I separated from Skyler's dad, I was struggling with money. It was a particularly hard and painful time in my life. Laird and Son were my heating oil providers. I had to make a call to them that I intended to pay for the oil they had provided but I would have to pay it in small installments. The owner of the company called me and said to "take as long as you want and don't worry about it". I paid that bill over 4 months and refer this company any chance I get. There is a human side to them that I appreciate very much.
When I was a teenager, my father had given me a 1967 Pontiac to drive around in. It started to overheat one day on the Gardiner Expressway, with no soft shoulder to pull over on. I was in terrible peril. A Grand and Toy truck pulled up behind me (he was on delivery) and put on his flashers and flares until CAA arrived. I will always appreciate the man who helped out-I was too upset to get his name. Thank you Grand and Toy truckdriver-you saved my bacon.
Anyway, just some musing for a Friday morning. We're all delivered good, bad and ugly things in our lifetime-it's just a question of how you want to deal with it. Make lemonade out of a lemon.
Cheryl Bower