Sunday, March 4, 2012
the best cheerer upper
I was feeling a bit down yesterday, and well yes let's admit it, downright sorry for myself. I should have been filled with gratitude as I looked at all the terrible devastation from the tornadoes, the day before, in the surrounding areas. We were so fortunate to have been spared. I t should have made my troubles seem trivial, but let's face it, we are all a little egocentric.
I'm tired of these cranky knees and impatient to get the surgery over with. I don't want to wait until March 26th just to get into the surgeon and then who knows how long before the surgery. These knees are slowing me down. I can't cruise around the thrift stores and the antique malls looking for finds for my shop. I know, I should be grateful that I can walk at all, and I am.
I'm frankly tired of living with my 87 year old mother. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful that she has given me a home after I lost everything, but I miss my things. I miss having my own home, my privacy, my ability to be an adult, the fun of decorating that I love so much. And really at the age of 61, when I disagreed with something she said the other day and she told me I was sassing her, I thought to myself, I think I passed the sassing age 40 years ago. (I know, it's actually pretty funny to be reprimanded for sassing at my age).
And then there is the camera issue. I do the best I can with my seven year old little point and shoot camera. In just the right light and with some photo editing, I am able to get pretty decent photos for my shop. But yesterday I got a request from a magazine for this
Could you please send us a high res copy of this photo. Um, my little camera doesn't do high res. So now I have to message them back in embarrassment, thanking them for the wonderful opportunity, but explaining about the camera.
But then something wonderful happened. Do you see this precious face?
My phone rang, and a sweet voice said "Nana, are you okay.? I was worried about you because of the tornadoes." This is the same child who last fall at age five, put her arm around me and said "Nana, you are just lovable." I think it was the first time in my life anyone had used that word about me. Suddenly everything was put into perspective, by a six year old. Yes, my situation isn't good, but I'm loved. There is someone who worries about me and thinks I am lovable. What in life can be better than that?