Day Three Hundred Four

I didn’t walk today. I spent the time catching up. I also spent time remembering a friend at her funeral.

She was a fellow swim mom and fellow home school mom. We’d lost touch over the past several years as our kids went their different ways. I’d run into her on occasion around town or at the grocery store, and we’d catch up. I wish I had called or visited her when I heard she was sick. But I hadn’t.

The best I could do today was to comfort her family and attend her funeral, to pay my respects to a quiet, hospitable, Christian woman that died, according to our earthly standards, much too soon. She was 54.

Her family will miss her dearly, but they know she’s in heaven, a far better place. I pray for them as they continue to go on without her. I hope they find comfort in the Lord and each other. I hope they find solace in the words of the old hymn we sang at her funeral:

Great is thy faithfulness, oh God my Father; there is no shadow of turning with thee; thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not; as thou hast been thou forever wilt be.

Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see; all I have needed thy hand hath provided. Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above. Join with all nature in manifold witness. To thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.

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Day Two Hundred Fifty-three

Instead of walking today, I:

  • cleaned out the closet–half-pantry, half-everything-drawer–that holds the family together (literally–we keep the glue and tape in there too).
  • made appointments.
  • spent way too much time online.
  • watched Charlie Rose’s entire interview with Syria’s President Assad.
  • worked on more homework than usual with my son.
  • picked up my husband from his class so he wouldn’t have to stand on two train rides (with his sore back).
  • attended a committee meeting.
  • debated the use of Ball canning jars as drinking glasses with my family.
  • watched American Masters about Billie Jean King on PBS.  (I, of course, remember watching her tennis games on television as a child, but did not know much about her. I’ve got to say, she’s an interesting person, and it’s a fascinating portrayal that I highly recommend.)

I’ll get back to walking tomorrow. I will need to plan on less screen time though.

Day Two Hundred Forty-three

What did we ever do before cell phones? I bet we did more walking.

Today my oldest son came home from doing graduate work abroad for a year. Although he was home for a couple of weeks at Christmas, I haven’t seen him (not counting Skype) since January, and I am ready for him to be home for awhile!

Since we had made no specific pick-up arrangements, my daughter and I parked at the international terminal and walked inside. We usually don’t park and go into airports anymore. Have you noticed that? Instead, we usually just use the cell-phone lot and wait for a call.  But because my son had a year’s worth of luggage and no cell phone, we went inside.

I was glad we did. I really enjoyed seeing all the people greet their friends and loved ones. I loved hearing all of the different languages spoken too as we paced between Exit A and Exit B and between inside and outside, in case we missed him somehow. Eventually, he made it through customs, and we walked back to the car and got to bring him home.

It is so good to have him back in the States.