I had volunteered to have family over, and in the night of July 3 was stricken with what I believe was a stomach virus. No one I had dined with the evening before had symptoms, so we ruled food poisoning out! It soon passed but on the morning of July 4 I was wiped out.
So son packed up the food I had purchased and delivered it to my sister’s house to move the feast there (I did not want to even see food at that point). He returned, and we spent the day together doing nothing! To be honest, it was glorious. I never got out of my pajamas!
At first it seemed odd just being quiet on a holiday weekend. In my “past life” this would never have happened. Our house has always been the gathering place for such times. In the past there would have been frenetic preparation, a house full of family, and all the bustle of holiday.
With my separation, it seems that the whole rhythm of life has changed, even without the stomach bug! That rhythm change was hard at first but—just like this 4th of July weekend—I am finding that change is not always a bad thing. And I’m learning that change is gonna happen; just mark it down. I think that the fear of change and what its result will be is the frightening thing.
Now, if I can just keep that in mind…
I am tensing for a busy short week, having been off yesterday, and we’re going to be short-handed with staff on vacation. I may be nuts by the end of the week. But I have marked Friday off for MIL, Aunt E, and my mother to go with me on a one-night out-of-town trip just to see some sights, so I only have to make it through three days! --C