I am sitting here with my third cup of coffee with the sense that the day started without me. I get that sense when I don’t go outside early. It’s nine but feels like noon. The sun is high in the sky for the second day in a row and it’s almost euphoric. Yesterday I wrote about it, the sun that is. And how grateful we were for it.
I had the simple joy of hanging out some of our towels on Aunt Mayvis’s clothesline and I enjoyed seeing them flutter in the light breeze. She still has the little laundry cart like my Grandma had on Lee Street. Elaine fixed one of the wobbly wheels for her and it has a peculiar sound when it’s rolled that I remember.
I also remember when I was a kid, I would pick out all the colored clothespins from the little pouch on the side. They were bright colors like parakeets. Against a blue sky they were brilliant.
Today I have had some communion with the Saints on Facebook. Yes you can find them there. Ordinary, everyday saints like myself. Wrong more than they are right but loving God as best we can in the thick of life, which is like I told someone this morning could be like one long grieving process if not for those sparks and monumental joys that come as surely as the other moments. We just have to keep going to get to them.
I have just started to read “M Train” by Pattie Smith. I think it’s one of only a few books that I have wanted to award five stars on the 63rd page in. It is such intelligent writing that I am sure I don’t understand it all but it’s one that reads easily anyway, if that makes any sense.
Now I really have to start this day. It sunny again and I don’t want to waste it.