I know that I am well past my bedtime. I am closer to my getting up time than my going to bed time. I meant to go to bed since about 2:00 p.m. today. A silly thought given my plans for the remainder of the day.
My daughter, who lives in Virginia, was asked to show two of her photographs at an art store on the waterfront in our town. It was an exhibition titled, "The Soul of A Woman". She won an honorable mention on her first time entering an exhibition. I am bragging so I am going to repeat that she was "asked". It was in the local paper so I am bragging and telling the truth at the same time. What an odd sensation!
I took my son and his family with me. At some point tonight I realized that I had been in a location with both my son and daughter at the same time. It has been a long, long time since I remember our schedules blending. How sweet a moment for me!
Great time! Laughs! Appreciation of art bringing with it a craving in me to create. All of this lovely time together alongside the fears of my son's family needing to find a place to live in a week. Their car broke down this week and neither my son or his wife have a job. Actually, my son has a job starting next week paying him the average pay for our pay stricken area. Tonight showed that beauty, family, evening air along the water and the company of people we would never meet otherwise can co-exist with the gut level concerns of finding a home within a week, starting a new job that same week and getting a car repaired that same week. For a while we lost ourselves enjoying Lynne's success. viewing the work of other artists, laughing together, talking and talking and interacting with the other artists. Very groovy.
My granddaughter and I also volunteered at the adopt-a-thon for cats today. Why it was held under a canopy in a grassy field on a day when the heat and humidity had animals and humans panting and drinking downing fluids is beyond my comprehension. Not to mention a large colony of red ants who resented the intrusion of the people volunteering to show the shelter dogs. Again, we were happy volunteering and playing with the cats while being hot and a bit miserable. Again the reminder that joy and discomfort can, and often do, co-exist with one another.
Perhaps the Apostle Paul had this in mind when he admonished us to rejoice in all things. Certainly today's discomforts did not, under any circumstance, emulate the challenges met by Paul but, as a micro example, they work well.
Going to bed now. Later.
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