Grumble, Grumble, Whine, Whine.
I looked outside yesterday morning and it was gloomy and rainy. It's not that I hate rainy days. I don't generally, but my knee is still swollen and hurting when I walk (okay I know it had only been two days) and I had to get out and run a couple of errands (whine).
When I walked out the door of my building I saw this.
On such a gloomy day the camellia bush had produced a beautiful pink flower.
It really made me stop and think that no matter how gloomy things may seem at times, there is always something to be happy about.
There is a wonderful Yiddish word for constant complaining. Kvetch. I am often guilty of kvetching.
I am missing aerobics this week because of my knee, but I started thinking about the man who often exercises next to me. His name is Jack and he told me he is 93 years old. Jack is short in stature with a humped back, but he is tall in spirit.
While I hear lots of moaning and groaning around me in class, I never hear Jack kvetch. He seems to be one of those people who is grateful for the things he can do, rather than the abilities he has lost. He plows through every one of those exercises.
Today I will try to stop my kvetching. I will think of that pink flower on a gloomy fall day and I will think of Jack who is providing me with renewed inspiration.
Later today I am going over to my daughter's house to hang out with Sidney. She is 14 today.
I am so proud of the young woman she is becoming. What a joy to watch all of the transformations she has gone through and to see how strong and independent she is.
Happy Birthday, Sweet girl.