I’ve thought a lot about patience the last few days. My thoughts have turned to the 5,000 or so people from the Porter’s Lake area that were not able to sleep in their own beds because of an out-of-control fire. I imagined myself driving the highway to home on an early Friday evening and hearing on the radio or a cell phone call that I cannot pass the road to my home. I imagined what the people who had children, family or pets at home and could not get to them because the road had been closed, would be feeling. I imagined what it would be like for those who were home to see the smoke and the flames approach them. I imagined what I would pack up and take with me if I had time. I imagined the patience that all of them would have had to summon while waiting for reports and meetings to find out if it was their home that had burned to the ground.
I also reflected on the time I was alone with the dogs and our home was struck by lightning in the middle of the night. I could even smell the acrid smell in the air that is so distinctive of electrical wires burning. At that time, all I took with me while awaiting the fire dept. was my purse, myself and my dogs. That’s what was important. Just me and my dogs. I was so lucky that repairs could be made to the house and damaged items could be replaced. Some people this past weekend were not so lucky.
Depending on what’s going on with me, patience is something I’m full of or have very little of. The first indication to me that something is not right inside me usually comes when I’m frustrated by something totally mundane. In other words, I have little or no patience. It’s my slap in the face to change something that’s not working. Sometimes, it’s a simple reminder to get more sleep, to eat balanced meals, exercise every day, or it can be a wakeup call to live more authentically. Whatever it is, it’s a friendly reminder to me, to smarten up and live the life I’m supposed to. So glad I figured out early on when my body tells me that something just ain’t right!
Wally and I are very fortunate to have some great friends. This weekend we were “Oh, so lucky” to go sailing with two of what I consider to be lifelong friends, Gary & Sue. I first met Gary in 1994 and he also stood beside Wally when we were married in 1997. We don’t see them every week or sometimes even every month, but when we’re together it’s just like always – like we’ve seen or talked to each other daily.
The top left photo is one I took as we were sailing down towards the basin. Even so far away the smoke can easily be distinguished from the clouds. The rest of the photos…well pretty self-explanatory if you ask me.
I also reflected on the time I was alone with the dogs and our home was struck by lightning in the middle of the night. I could even smell the acrid smell in the air that is so distinctive of electrical wires burning. At that time, all I took with me while awaiting the fire dept. was my purse, myself and my dogs. That’s what was important. Just me and my dogs. I was so lucky that repairs could be made to the house and damaged items could be replaced. Some people this past weekend were not so lucky.
Depending on what’s going on with me, patience is something I’m full of or have very little of. The first indication to me that something is not right inside me usually comes when I’m frustrated by something totally mundane. In other words, I have little or no patience. It’s my slap in the face to change something that’s not working. Sometimes, it’s a simple reminder to get more sleep, to eat balanced meals, exercise every day, or it can be a wakeup call to live more authentically. Whatever it is, it’s a friendly reminder to me, to smarten up and live the life I’m supposed to. So glad I figured out early on when my body tells me that something just ain’t right!
Wally and I are very fortunate to have some great friends. This weekend we were “Oh, so lucky” to go sailing with two of what I consider to be lifelong friends, Gary & Sue. I first met Gary in 1994 and he also stood beside Wally when we were married in 1997. We don’t see them every week or sometimes even every month, but when we’re together it’s just like always – like we’ve seen or talked to each other daily.
The top left photo is one I took as we were sailing down towards the basin. Even so far away the smoke can easily be distinguished from the clouds. The rest of the photos…well pretty self-explanatory if you ask me.
I love sailing. Basically I love anything to do with water but sailing is totally exhilarating. This weekend I got to feel the wind and sun on my face as we whipped across the harbour. It makes me just plain happy to be on the water…especially with great people who let us come along for the ride. Sue & Gary were kind enough to take us to visit Dad’s burial spot and mysteriously Gary’s beer spilled just as we reached it; and it did not go un-noticed by Gary & Wally. Sue was a great Captain – or Admiral, and Gary a great mate - or Captain :) The winds were strong enough that we had most of the Harbour and Arm to ourselves, and I’m honoured that we were there to share in your “windiest day yet sail”. Really guys…can’t thank you enough for including us in your adventures!
Wally and I also went to see the Hulk. I really liked this one alot. I'm not generally one who likes this kind of movie, but I like most of Ed Norton's work, and was not disappointed with this one either! Lots of fun!
On deck today is an hour walk, key ads, work on my painting, make supper (for a change), call the electrician to unhook the hot tub (more on that later), grocery shopping, lots of cleaning. Go, Lisa, Go!
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