The forecast of snow was preceded by the numerous fires in Colorado resulting in a cloudy, bleak, ash filled sky that refused to allow the sun to shine its brightest.
Regardless, Labor Day was relaxing with a feast of hamburgers, hot dogs, homemade potato salad and refreshing watermelon. I took few pictures and contemplated instead.
Time has crept up on me and I thought of my daughter. Born at one pound, twelve ounces, and in the hospital for seventy-nine days, the feisty little girl has already seen some stormy weather. It snowed when she was born, when transported between hospitals, and when she was stable enough to come home. I wrote a smidgen about it on Quora if you are interested.
Thoughtful God must be, as it has uniquely snowed on her first day of high school, something that has not happened here on this date for twenty years.
To my daughter:
If you read this down the road, I must say that you are a fine young lady and God has plans for your life. Keep fighting the good fight and weather the storm. You were born in one. I am uncommon proud of you.
Sending folks off to school was a little different change of pace. We almost did not know what to do with ourselves but we figured it out. After sending out some packages for my Beloved’s business, we went bargain shopping at the Goodwill outlet.
She was able to find around twenty-five or so items to resell and I was able to find a few things as well to include a paper airplane kit,
and a coffee cup for around five dollars.
Is that a win or what? Five dollars well spent. We came home with our loot, made a pot of coffee and went on a walk. You know, I think my Beloved is keen on me walking. She is supporting the 50 miler I am looking at.
Picking up everyone from school was refreshing. COVID has brought us very close and there was an emptiness without them.
In all my contemplating these last few days I will say, don’t take things for granted.