#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Dreamer

Getting out of bed this morning was a challenge; I was quite sleepy. We all were! And yet, we all rose and got started on our days. Mine, with a swim. And a walk. And enough time to take my time with Charlie in the wetlands. And breathe, and appreciate the river and the ice. Today I had very little scheduled, but plenty to do. I hoped to work on the manuscript and didn’t quite get to it. Frank came home just after lunch and we picked up Wave. A fun ride home in many conversations with him. We passed a Church and he noticed a statue of a saint holding the baby Jesus outside. He wondered how the people got turned into a statue. I think he believed the people had been turned into statues. Oh my. Well, I said that’s the baby Jesus. And he said the baby Jesus isn’t alive anymore. And I said, well, if the baby Jesus was alive, what would you say to him? And he said I would say I like you. And what would Jesus say to you I asked. He would say, I love you, Wave. Then he said he wanted me to make delicious chicken. This required a stop at the supermarket. And I had a visit from my friend for tea, and then made dinner for eight of us: Julia Child’s delicious chicken. And we had a lovely dinner, warm and wonderful, with Frank home. Then I had to run upstairs and run my Journal of Expressive Writing Open Mic. Sarah Birnbach, reading from her memoir, A Daughter’s Kaddish, and it was such a powerful program about grief and community, faith and following one’s heart. Wave said he really liked the dinner too.