I have noticed that for the past few weeks tired, has become a way of life. I'm a little restless when it comes to sleeping, am waking earlier than normal, and finding myself unable to go back to sleep. Top that off with stress I am under, and it's no wonder that by 10pm, I'm ready for bed.
Today was a little more tiring than some. Mr. Grinch was a little down, and very grumpy. I rubbed his back, leg and foot, and consoled him for awhile. He was steadily getting more grumpy though, and I could see down, so I laid a little tough love on him, and remarked I was going home if he didn't stop being so damn grumpy. After a few minutes he started coming around, and by the time I left was smiling, joking, and in fairly good spirits again.
When I got home I discovered the battery charger for the Club Car is going out. Not an expense we need right now, but a necessary item for me right now. I have filed that in the, "Shit Happens" folder, and resigned myself to ordering a charger from Amazon.
Right now I am kicked back in my reclining chair, inhaling the sweet scent of an orange buttercream cupcakes scented wax cube. I could be burning candles since Larry hasn't made it home yet. But, I already had bought the candle wax warmer and scented cubes, so have been using them.
I know there will be days that keeping his spirits won't be easy, but I also know I have to do my best to keep them up because that is very important in this battle we are fighting. Tomorrow I hope to take him outside for a little while. Whether he wants it or not, he needs a little sunshine in his life. He has opted for a black cap instead of sunscreen to keep his dome from burning when we go for our little forays out into the sunshine.
I did take the time to read a couple of articles remembering 9/11 a friend had shared on Facebook. Both are very profound and moving pieces about that terrible day. I remember the images that were in those articles. I remember seeing them online and on the television. I remember the tears flowing as I saw those terrible images.
I remember watching the towers going down on the news, as my son called me and told me to brace myself, he would be going overseas within 14 days. I remember the grief in his voice as we spoke about what had happened that morning, and what was still happening. I remember him saying he was one of the first to step forward when they asked, "Who wants to volunteer to go?" I remember being so very proud of him that moment. And so very terrified for him as well.
Terror, grief, and pride went hand in hand that day. Terror for those in the planes, buildings, and on the ground. Grief, oh my heavens, so much grief that day, and in the days, weeks, months, and years following it. And pride, a fierce wonderful pride as we watched American people throwing aside their differences, and reaching out to others to comfort them, and in so doing, rising above that act of terror and showing those that were responsible for it that We The People, would not be held hostage to acts of terror such as that.
As I sit here remembering all this I realize that's one reason Mr. Grinch, myself and others have been down today. Whether they thought much about it or not, with so many other people remembering, the energy surrounding us all today was on the downside.
Tomorrow though is another day. A busy one for me with coffee in the clubhouse in the morning. So I'm about to head to bed, and hope for good dreams.
