Out of Sorts

I hit the wall literally by taking too short a turn while exiting the parking garage.

No harm done.  It could’ve been worse as daddy would have said.  Only now I am in need of recommendations for a body repair shop.

One might say karma paid me a visit today.  But she didn’t.  Or HE didn’t.  Sometimes things just happen.  Not as payback for imagined wrongs but simply just because.

I had just learned that we lost B’s Great Aunt Glo.  She was 84 years young when she died this afternoon.  And she had been very sick for a bit.  And no one wants her to suffer.  Still was sad.  A few of the siblings got to see her one last time.  B says probably no services.  He is not sure.

I had all these emotions swirling in my brain when I got home.  Thinking of his grandma’s clan.  Our clan.  Glo was her little sister.  The family was/is very close.  We are not estranged but things have changed as we’ve grown up and apart.  We hear things through the grapevine versus experience.

No more reunions.  Though I found myself thinking about the last one, trying to remember our shirt color and how much we enjoyed that day.  Grandma was still alive and so was Danny, Danny, and Barb.  The girls were little.  Damn I need to find that family picture.  I am frantic that I cannot put my hands on it!

I went to feed by grand pups and stayed with them longer than usual.  B was outside too, watering his garden and the trees.  We both just sort of stood there.  Talking without saying a single word.

I didn’t want supper but he said we had to eat, so he made Ravioli and we ate.  We did all the usual things to prep for tomorrow too.  After doing the dishes, we packed our lunches.  Got the coffee pot ready.  Set the alarms.

In an effort to calm down.  I put my phone all the way away and I read.  Nothing good can come from being connected 24/7.  The bomb exploding at Fed Ex in Schertz TX and the Maryland high school shooting had already been communicated worldwide.  Enough.  Too much.  And that’s the tip of the iceberg.  We are shocked but not … maybe numb is a better description. Reading was a way to escape from the thoughts in my head.  Replaced by fresh thoughts and a heart that is full.

In any case, that is all for now.  I am better but still out of sorts. I hope that you find this relatable and if you’re out of sorts too, put that aside and hug your loved ones.  They say a 20 second hug is all it takes to lift your mood.  Try it, you’ll be glad you did.

As always, more to come.

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More On A Man Called Ove

My heart is full.  I laughed, I cried and I laughed again.  This is a story about life and connections with the people we love.  Family is not always defined by blood. Ove (pronounced oo-va) was a good guy beneath a gruff exterior.  Sonja knew that.  Parvaneh and her family knew that.  Jimmy knew that too.

I hadn’t finished the book when I first wrote this review.  Now I have and I give this story 5 out of 5 stars.  No spoilers but still a MUST READ if there ever was one.  Thanks to our leader at Skimmers and Sippers, you really out did yourself with this month’s selection.  I will be ordering the movie through Amazon Prime shortly.

As always, more to come.