Weeks sometimes run together because they all seem the same. This last week was so full of contacts with friends and happy events, I’ll remember it for a long time. I should start journaling again so I will remember it better, like when I reread that journal I found in a box.
One day when I wasn’t feeling very cheerful, a friend from Boise called and we talked for nearly two hours. It was like we were sitting around her dining table like we used to do and gabbing about anything and everything. I miss those times but talking over the phone was a pretty good substitute. When we hung up, I was smiling and my whole day was better.
A neighbor here on our little cul-de-sac invited me to try out a new breakfast place in town called Toastique. She wanted to try it but didn’t want to go alone. (Offer me food, and I’ll go with nearly anywhere!) They have different kinds of toast with different kinds of toppings, so she had their avocado toast and said it was good. I tried their blueberry-banana granola bowl sweetened with honey with a few flakes of dark chocolate which was beyond delicious.
A couple of days later, our local TV station was doing a fundraiser for the local foodbank, and she invited me to go along on that adventure too. We drove downtown, got in line with the other cars, and crept past all the TV newscasters and reporters helping (nice to see them 3-dimensionally). We were directed to stop at the first station where the mayor and a popular state legislator collected our money and gave us two bagels in exchange. The bagels were scrumptious. I’ll have to go to Black Hills Bagels to get another one, even though they’re not really on my diet plan.
One night, the sky became a palette of colors. An extra-large sunburst made it possible for us to see the aurora borealis from our back deck. With the naked eye, you could see red clouds and green clouds that moved around. With the camera’s long exposure, it showed the rays and curtains. I stood in awe of the light show that only God’s creation could produce. I won’t ever forget looking up to see the amazing display.
Our electricity went off for seven hours. It’s an odd feeling to not have access to lights, TV, phones (mine was nearly out of battery), the stove, the refrigerator, and computers. What was worse was our garage door was open. That’s okay when you know the power will be back on soon, but when you don’t know whether it will come on before bedtime or not, what do you do? We were lucky. Our neighbors’ vehicles were stuck inside their garages. In the meantime, I read a book until the light grew dim, then got my Kindle out and read another. Hubby brought in the solar lights from our rock garden to light the living room. Slowly, people’s lights went on, but not ours. From our vantage point on the hill, we could see where the lights were on. Around suppertime, I ventured out and found Arby’s was open. The power came back on shortly after. Turns out somewhere in the middle of Wyoming, wires got crossed or blown together and caused power outages across eastern Wyoming and western South Dakota. This was a big event so seven hours to correct all that doesn’t seem so bad after all.
When good things happen to you, hang onto them. Value them. Remember them. When you’re having a bad day, the memories can lift you up. I’ll hang onto this week for a while. I hope you have one of “those” weeks too.
He has made His wonderful works to be remembered: the Lord is gracious and full of compassion. Psalms 111: 4