William has turned 10. I had birthday cake with them, the first bite of sugary dessert I've had in two weeks. I look at him wistfully. He's the same little boy that I held on my lap, watching him sleep as we watched an episode of Peter Rabbit and Friends, and the closing song always made me teary (I am a terrible sap)
The rain has moved on
And left a new day
Nothing seems to move everything is still
It's just a perfect day
The shadows and light
That move with the wind
Hidden violets grow splashed with summer spray
Just another perfect day
On the wild and misty hillside
Fear is nature's warning
Hunger here is never far away
And all of this world
Is for children who play
Days that never end always should remain
Another perfect day
Even as I held that precious bundle of sweetness close, I knew he would grow up, and that all days end, and not all days are perfect. Now he is 10. Beautiful still, lively, an inquiring mind, caught up in careful cartooning of aliens and nuclear power plants, interested in MineCraft and Roblox and Legos. Still precious to me, but a much taller bundle of sweetness who is, admittedly, not always so sweet. Strange to think of him halfway to being a man.
On the front page of the newspaper was the face of an acquaintance who has made (and given away) 4500 masks since the beginning of covid. Mr. Rogers' mother always told him that during hard times, he should look, that he would always find the helpers. This is true. I saw her first thing this morning.
In the same paper, I saw an obituary that brought tears to my eyes. There lives a genial lady who lives in a carefully decorated house, who loves Anne of Green Gables, who talks of kindred spirits, and delights when she finds them. She writes to nursing home residents every week, handwritten notes, a touch of familiarity for the recipients, but something novel in today's world of e-mails and text messages. And now her husband has died. I know that she is devastated.
I spent Friday morning chopping ham and vegetables and measuring out beans for the first of the soup kits for the food pantry. During the last zoom meeting, I noticed a woman who seemed adrift and disconnected. I thought to ask her to help me chop and package, and she agreed right away. I am a self conscious person and talking is hard for me, but I can turn into quite a blabber mouth when my hands are busy. I was delighted that she is the same sort of person, and we chattered and laughed the entire time we worked. It was wonderfully refreshing.
I had a vision of $5. per family meals, and I must admit that with the first recipe, we did not meet that goal. Things came to $5.22 per kit. We will distribute for the first time on Wednesday, and I am eager to see how this shakes out. It will either fail, or it will not fail.
Speaking of two weeks, I've been focused on careful eating and counting calories, and cutting out all snacks. I drink water steadily through out the day. I keep my calories below 1200 a day. I set a reasonable goal of two pounds a week for myself, with a mind to reaching the first milestone by my birthday, the second milestone by Labor Day. For the second week I have lost that 2 lbs.
Once again, it is snowing, but later in the week, we are supposed to reach 47 degrees. 47!
Life is not always perfect, but it is filled with perfect moments, isn't it?