Thursday, May 26, 2011
The days are busy now. There is much going on and even more waiting to be done! I now have five baby Bluebirds that are 14 days old. I don't open the door to the Bluebird house now - don't want them to come tumbling out!
I have six baby Tree Swallows and five baby Purple Martins. There are six more pair of Purple Martins that are nesting and should be laying eggs any day now. That will be a lot of babies!!!
Hannah, our wonderful English Bulldog, is at the Vets. She has an eye ulceration that has to be treated eight times a day. It takes three people to get the drops in her eye. She will be having surgery tomorrow or Friday and then will be needing treatment for another week. We miss her sooooo much!
We are having the trim and shutters on our house painted and hoping the painter gets finished sometime this summer! :-) He is taking his good ol' time. The expansion of our driveway should be finished by now, but the Contractor hasn't started yet...says he's been delayed by all the rain lately. Our new sunroom should be about ready to get installed sometime early in June? We'll see!
I wish things could always go smoothly and that time is something we could bend to our "will". This isn't the reality, I know, but it doesn't hurt to dream! I also wish people would do what they say they are going to do and "when" they say they're going to do it. This, also, isn't reality.
Reality is waiting.
Reality is being grateful that my plate is so full and that I have a plate to be full.
Reality is knowing that I love and am loved. That I have food in my refrigerator and a comfortable bed in my bedroom - that I have protection from the heat and cold and the blessing of being able to make plans at all.
Reality hits me right in the face when I turn on the TV and see the devastation in Joplin, Missouri and other places, just in the last couple of days.
Reality can be harsh and it can be wonderful.
What makes the difference?
My acceptance of what "IS", rather than what I wish for.
My gratitude for what I have, rather than my sorrow at what I don't have.
My ability to affect, once in a great while, my own reality.