The three-year-old girl was looking at the dark sky from her bed when her mother went in to kiss her goodnight. “Why are you looking at the sky?” her mother asked. “The stars are the windows angels make so the people in heaven can look down here and see us. Pa died today so I am trying to figure out which star he is looking through, but there are so many stars,” was the child’s reply.
With tears in her eyes, the mother gave her daughter a hug and told her it didn’t matter if they didn’t know which star was her grandpa’s window because he knew which window down here belonged to her. The little girl snuggled under the covers ready for her goodnight kiss and said, “Mommy, don’t be sad. Pa knows which window is yours, too. I bet he is waiting for you to go to bed so he can send a kiss to you.”
I still sometimes look at the angel’s windows
and wonder from which stars the people I love
are looking through and sending me a kiss.
While reading this morning’s newspaper…
yes, I still get a real paper newspaper…
I had my mind boggled.
There was a story about two people who were walking down a busy street by a city park at 3:30 in the afternoon. A car driven by a woman with two men in it stopped and a man with a gun got out of the car and forced the two people to give him their phone. The man got back in the car and they drove away. There were witnesses who called 911 and comforted the two people who were robbed until the sheriff’s deputy got there. The deputy took the witnesses and victim’s statements then took the victims home.
I know this kind of stuff happens all the time and it is shocking to think people are robbed at gunpoint at any time. Somehow it is more shocking when it is on a busy street in broad daylight. Now here is the mind-boggling part,
The people who were robbed at gunpoint were two girls, 11 and 12 years old!
The thieves are still at large.
Probably feeling big and brave and smart.
Obviously, they are small and cowardly and stupid.
Sunday morning when I looked out the door
this is what I saw on my balcony.
It’s a redtail hawk.
They often perch on the railing.
Usually, as soon as they see me at the door they fly away.
But not this guy.
He stayed where he was and watched me watching him.It was quite a surprise to see that he didn’t take off when I got closer.He seemed to wonder
who I was and what I was doing. He even stayed around when Teddy and Jack walked up to the door.
It was like he was being entertained by me and the cats here at Patricia’s Place.Then I guess he got bored with us
and started looking around for something more interesting.
And off he went.
It was a wonderful gift
being visited and inspected
by that beautiful hawk.
I know these aren’t the best pictures but
I wanted to share my gift with you.
I have gotten a few Christmas cards this year but I have decided that this year I am not sending cards. I will email Christmas notes to those folks I have email addresses for and the rest I will send a New Year card.
I admit I like getting the cards but I would be happy with an email. The friends I get cards from live out of state and most I don’t see or hear from year to year. If I didn’t get a card or email I would wonder if they are okay.
Maybe an email doesn’t seem as personal or thoughtful to some folks. I know some don’t like email for anything but they are mostly of the older generation. I am a part of that generation of old people but I like email! I guess I will find out next year if some were offended by season’s greeting via cyber-world.
Today I am thinking, wondering and writing about habits.
We all have habits, some are good some are bad. It’s a fact that we all have both kinds of habits. I imagine that most of our habits are good. Those things we do all the time because we like doing them, they give pleasure and make us happy, make the people around us happy. There are things we do simply because they need to be done to keep clean and neat and healthy or to help others because we care about them. You know, good things that come from our hearts.
Then there are those bad habits that somehow become a part of life. They may not be things that break laws or hurt people but they can be troublesome. They aren’t necessarily awful things but if we are honest with ourselves we know they aren’t nice or just stuff that wastes time. Things that we tell ourselves are okay because they aren’t hurting anyone except maybe ourself. Although, when they hurt us then the ones who care about us hurt.
What I really want to know is: Why is it so hard to develop good habits and so easy develop bad habits? Why is it so easy to break good habits and so hard to break the bad ones? Why do good habits often seem boring and bad habits seem so fun?
Why am I thinking, wondering and writing about good and bad habits? Because I had a good habit that I started in January. That habit was walking 3-4 miles everyday! Well, except Sundays. That’s a day of rest, you know.
So, I had that good habit until sometime in July. It was near 100* most days with humidity in the 90’s. Even if I tried walking at 7 -7:30 in the morning I was a hot mess after just a few blocks and felt sick. So I didn’t walk most of July and all of August. It was still hot in September and my good habit was broken. Since October I have been walking a couple days a week except when I find an excuse not to.
I need my good habit back! No one can get it back for me, I have to do it myself. I will work on it…I’m not sure when but soon, I think.
I have no great or even sorta good ideas of what to write today so I will just let my mind wander. My mind is very good at wandering but I will do my best to control where it goes while here.
In the past, Wednesday was when I posted my writing challenge, In Other Words. But not now. Now this is where I will write whatever I want to write about…until I change my mind and do something different. There will still be a writing challenge but it will be on Friday. Same concept as In Other Words but I’m calling it Friday, 5 Lines or Less. Check it out on Friday and join the challenge…the more the merrier as they say. I don’t know who they are but one day I will write about who I used to think they were. See, I am wandering👵
That’s all for now. I have to do some shopping and stuff. Or maybe…