My day has been a mix of swirling emotions. It is mid-afternoon as I sit in my chair wrapped in a shawl sipping a cup of red rooibus tea. Outside my window, the beauty of my neighbor's red maple tree continues to cheer my heart as the clouds roll over the mountains at the end of my valley. A thick layer of snow covers Pikes Peak while we in the valley below experience intermittent rain.
It was great to have some time out with new friends and to get to know Jon's friend's mom. They are both terrific women.
After lunch, I was treated to a massage at FK's house. Yep, she is a massage therapist, and she promised me a massage. Heaven only knows how much I needed one. F's house was fabulous. I loved it. She bought it several years ago and has painstakingly painted it, decorated it, furnished it, and make it her very special place of comfort. I could have moved in. I loved it!
Another day, I was by myself while Jon spent the day with his friend. I remembered the shops that FK had pointed out to me. Guess where I spent that day? Guess what I had to eat? Steak. I went to a steakhouse and ordered me a wonderful steak dinner.
I also spent a lot of time at the laundromat, a place I hadn't been to since the birth of my firstborn. Jon and I found a very clean and pleasant place to do laundry. I tried to keep towels and bedding and work clothes laundered while I was there so that Jon would not have to worry about that.
I also found a grocery store I liked that Jon had never visited. I liked its convenience, friendliness, and the quality of its produce. I loved that it was fewer than five minutes from the house. I think I went there everyday after I found it. I'd always think of something we were out of.
While in Scranton, I was reminded daily of a tragedy that had happened just before I arrived in Pennsylvania. Bryon Dickson, a Pennsylvania State Police officer, had been killed by a survivalist targeting police officers. Officer Dickson's home was along the route I followed when I took Jon to school, or when I returned to pick him up from school. A police car occupied by an officer was always parked in front of the house when I drove by. At times, I would see one of the children of the fallen officer talking to the officer in the car. Another time, I saw his widow. The sight of this surveillance duty was always sobering and caused me to pray for the pain this family must be suffering.
In the past four years, our family has been tossed about by more winds of change than any of us thought possible. Our lives have been upended and tossed about as it seemed we were walking "against the wind." I couldn't help but relate to this Mama Duck in this video I saw on YouTube. I love how the ducklings came to each others' sides as one or another was tossed about. I also liked how the Mama's main priority seemed to be getting herself back on her feet. She then proceeded to lead the ducklings down the path of life with just a quick glance back to make sure they all were still there under her care and watchful guidance.
Thank you dear friends for your words of concern and comfort during this time.