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No more scraping ice off my car windows at two in the morning while preparing to leave from work. I’m so grateful to my friend who turned me on to this concept. How much easier it has made my life.
Did you know that the best way to clean walls is to use a dry sponge? I looked for this helpful tip in a manual I have called “Is There Life After Housework?“ by Don Aslett. Then I picked up a couple of these dry sponge products about a month ago thinking my bathroom walls could use a good wiping.
Wanting to wait before I called my dad again, after some time to gather my thoughts and do a little on-line research concerning throat cancer, today I felt better prepared to ask certain questions and to check on his well-being.
His wife answered the phone, pleasantly sounding like she was glad to hear from me, but busy intravenously feeding my father so it was not a good time for her to talk. She said she’d call me back.
I told her not to rush, I’d be home all day.
Then I just sat there, wishing I had the opportunity I wanted to have my needs met. Waiting for the phone to ring back was not going to help.
When I got busy I got better. ~ Al-Anon slogan.
Today I finally took on the task of washing the bathroom walls. Using the miracle cure of the dry sponge made the job easy and efficient and within a short time I felt like I had accomplished something useful.
My phone did ring. It was a call from an AA member who needed to talk. Then my sister called. We’ve been discussing my father’s illness and our family’s estrangement (oh, it’s sooo complicated) that’s been running a muck for years.
“I’ve been praying this entire last year for some kind of resolution to all this silence,” she told me. “You’re the oldest. I’m waiting for you to make a decision as to what we should do next.”
All I can do is wait, but I can share with my sister some of the good news I learned about this particular cancer. The success rate of surgery is 90% if the tumor is caught in the early stages. Until we hear differently I’m choosing to look hopefully optimistic at a time of recovery.
And I can share with her what I’ve learned about letting go of the past. We’ve all done the best we could. This is not the time for a heartfelt, long lost, soul conversion conversation. It may be just time to talk, plain and simple, about love in our lives today.
My brother, you know, the one who said he was coming to visit me then no-showed and never called to explain, has agreed to meet with us for lunch when I go home for Christmas.
I still have another brother. I don’t know who he’s speaking to, perhaps the other brother, but for now he’s not communicating with my sister nor me. Perhaps there will be a way shown for this relationship to work it’s way out too.
In the meantime, I have a program. Most of the time the miracle cure does not come from a can or a box. Waiting patiently is part of learning how and when to proceed toward healthy recovery, to open-mindedness, and a willingness to try. I may not get what I'm looking for right now, but I'm still excited about the prospects of learning more about my HP today.
Windshield defrosted and clean bathroom walls--I’m grateful.
People who love me and are willing to take the time to work through the hurt--I’m so very grateful today.
Every day matters.
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Here's a cleaning tip I discovered. You know they make those brushes that you clean ceiling fans with. They extend for higher fans. They are excellent for knocking down high webs and dusting in high places.
This is a good time of year to be busy--needed to keep the blues at bay. I am enjoying all that the program has to offer because I need those tools.
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