Yesterday, another example: Karen built the loft for my bedroom while I was at work. So I came home to stress diminished and problem solved -- now Penny has a great place to sleep, my weekend is freed up, and my room looks great. Karen did a fantastic job. Another way in which the universe supports me.
And then: tonight. I was exhausted this afternoon and Kevin & I happened to talk and he was more than willing to switch nights with me and take the kids home so I can get some sleep tonight. Another gift.
My great uncle Hal died yesterday -- the last of my grandma's brothers to go. Hal was the affable, funny great-uncle. My other two great uncles were shy, although they all shared that same dry midwestern sense of humor I grew up with. But Hal was open handed, generous with his stories, warm, good-hearted. He was the one who had moved out of Kansas to Michigan, and as a result I didn't see much of him, but what I knew of him, I loved.
Hard to take the daily stresses too terribly to heart when I think of Hal. Or my grandfather. Or June, or Sol. They all had a very good sense of what was worth getting torked up about (not much) and what wasn't (most of the rest of it). Would love to keep that kind of perspective. Think I might claim it as my genetic heritage. Cuz you know what? All in all, things are pretty damn good. All in all.