A Perfect, Ordinary Day

Yesterday was a perfect, ordinary day. Today, I’m hoping will be the same. My friend Jane once said that ordinary days are the best days of all. I agree.

I realize that there’s nothing ordinary about the virus fear that is gripping our nation and the world. We all long for the time when life will return to the way it was before all this began. But, until then, we do what we can to stay safe, we pray, and we carry on.

The weather, yesterday, was perfect, a good time for taking a walk. So, I did. A neighbor was out, working on his house. I talked for a few seconds as I passed by. The mailman in his truck came up the hill. We waved at each other. It was good to see people out and about.

Leaves in the back yard had stared at me accusingly for a while. So, to quiet my conscience, I raked them up. Task accomplished. 

My front porch looked bare and Agnes the Asparagus Fern whispered that she was feeling pale and wan, so I collected my plastic patio table from the storage building, washed it off, set it on the porch and placed Agnes in the middle. She looked grateful.

I washed, filled, and hung out my hummingbird feeder. I just hope I haven’t gotten it out too late to attract hummers.

Nemo, of course, can’t go to the grooming place as it has been closed for several months. He’s getting shaggier and more uncomfortable. I ordered dog clippers and they came in yesterday. I’ve never clipped Nemo, but there’s a first time for everything, right? I just hope he and I are still friends when he is shorn. I’ll let you know how that turns out.

My perfect, ordinary day included a talk with Matt, my niece, my sister-in-law, and my two brothers. I treasure days like yesterday when I tune out the news, think about only what is at hand, and enjoy each moment–a perfect, ordinary day.