I am a week into my gratitude journal and find a pattern emerging. Seems friendships and workouts are dominating. The deal is that I write down 5 things I am grateful for at the end of the day. It should be easy, but lately I am stuck in neutral with my writing. I noticed, reading my granddaughter's blog, that she was musing on whether it was possible to have bloggers block. Must be going around.
Recently, driving from a doctor's appointment in Sassafrass (my red Toyota Corrolla--where the cats sleep at night in the garage on it's roof,) but that isn't the point here. Anyway, I was listening to my CD playing a melancholy Sax that tugged at my heartstrings for no apparent reasons. Grateful that the doctor's visit was nothing to get too excited about, I passed a rag tag procession of people with obvious challenges. Life was not fair to them, I thought, finding tears welling up.
Hey, lighten up, I told myself. Still, I felt sad as I watched one guy in a wheelchair, head rolling backward, pushed by a scrawny woman followed by four others intent on their journey. I guessed they were coming from some day care center, heading for McDonalds a block away. I thought about my gratitude journal and all I had to be thankful for. But, maybe they did too. It is all relative.
I changed the CD to KCET talk radio to kick start my brain into reality. That's better. The sun shone brightly, and life was good. A family of unidentified flying objects, better known as birds I couldn't name, swooped in front of me and soared up to sit along telephone wires, all in a row, like school kids waiting for the teacher to show up. Another thing to be grateful for. Birds. But not garden lizards, especially when brought into the house by our hunter cat.
Meanwhile, I drove along with my thoughts now that sadness fled and I was mentally writing a grocery list when there sat another sad sight. At the stoplight where I was turning to go to Trader Joe's, a tattered old man sat in a wheelchair next to a shopping cart full of his possessions heaped within plastic bags. A teddy bear pearched at the top of his wheel chair and his head was slumped down to his chest. A cardboard sign sat on his lap but it was not legible from my position.
Who said that the world is too much with us must have been overcome by the visual sorrows of every day life in a semi prosperous city, with island views and a cross on a hill side overlooking the fair city. It is a dichotomy, perplexing, mind bogging. Could be fodder for a blog?
But my blogger is stil blocked and I have too many questions and too few answers for the perplexing unfairness of life.
Wait. I have one more thing to be grateful for. My sweet husband, Des, has built wonderful sleep area in the garage next to the wall with soft cushions and blankets in and around it. So Sassafrass is free to come and go in the garage without having to be undressed from the cats' bedding on it's roof whenever I need to take it for a spin. Obviously, Des is at the top of my gratitude page.
So says Sassy
