Once in a While ...a Little Flower

So here we are..closing in on week three or twenty three  of this cluster ...and we’re still hanging on...the other end of the rope may be on fire, but we’re hanging on!
While trying to stick to my challenge to “do at least one thing everyday,” I find myself going on long, daily walks. On these walks ...the grounds are kind of muddy and mostly brownish,  but every once in a while you see a little flower or better, yet a promise of a flower. It makes me feel like maybe good things are coming? It makes me smile on my walks, my walks with my aforementioned silent partner. Actually, he has gotten a little better at talking-I think he’s sick of listening to me ramble and most likely repeating myself..... and of course,  repeating myself. And speaking of getting old.... I usually try to write something in the beginning of the week, but this week was my birthday and it was just freaking weird!
Now anyone who knows me knows that I love birthdays especially MINE!  I have claimed the month of March as my birthday month and it kind of caught on. People who I know casually are like..  “oh yeah ‘cause it’s your birthday month....” It all started as kind of a joke because my birthday and my sister’s birthday  being a day apart. Growing up we were always clumped together with one celebration and one cake ( twins out there, how do you do it?) and if Easter was close, throw that on there too. Childish and obnoxious you say.... I agree but as I enter my sixth decade of childish, obnoxious behavior, I figure, well why stop now!
Well I anticipated turning sixty in this shitshow we are living in was going to be a double kick in the crotch ... but au contraire.  That morning my husband asked me if I was going to get up to which I responded ....as melodramatically as I could “why bother.”   Well turned out there was a little party in my drive way...a Tim Horton’s  breakfast celebration with my grandchildren.  My lawn was decorated and people stopped by all day long to bring well wishes and presents from six feet away. My favorite dinner of lamb chops and crepe brûlée for dessert was delivered and I ended the day with a family parking lot gathering ...I just needed to see their faces all in one spot.  It was dreary, cold and rainy and we could’ve hug or anything, but there it was ...a little flower.
So as the weeks go on I am trying to look for little flowers- an unexpected phone call, a text from someone you haven’t heard from in a while ...a parking lot coffee date or a FaceTime with my favorite little faces.  People have kind of been stepping up and it’s incredible.  The news is horrific, every day, relentless ...but then you see a story of people being good and people doing good...and there’s a little flower.
I’m sitting on my patio swing in the sunshine with my two dogs running and playing without a care in the world...I’m a little jealous of them. I used to say must be nice to be a pet...lay around all day...and now I think we can all agree that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.  But even they have their little routines though. Bobby the cat is the morning cat who cuddles with me until I decide I’m ready to face the day. Jacob the cat hears the Jeopardy theme and is my companion for the rest of the evening. My dogs, Finn and Teddie are so happy that I’m home with them and because of my “well, I might
as well eat “ philosophy, are just waiting for me to drop a crumb of food on the floor...dumb dogs. I haven’t dropped a morsel food on the floor since my  d cups appeared somewhere between sixth and seventh grade.  These pets of mine  are my saviors and very accommodating in my need for hugs and I feel like that little girl on Anamaniacs who wants  a “pet to hug and squeeze of my very very own” They are definitely flowers in my very unfortunately muddy garden.
I am going to try to keep looking for glimmers of hope or little flowers in these next weeks. I was quite distracted with birthdays and such, but with Easter around the corner- let’s hope for some goodness to bloom and health and security to be reborn...there’s little flower out there- you just have to look for them. While you’re looking, be on the look out for my up coming blog on things that are really REALLY pissing me off - spoiler alert, there will be offensive language.....just sayin’