Still blowing off Election Blues and “grey clouds of trouble hang o’er us and threaten our peace to destroy” and doing that, in part, by getting creative. Today it was finishing painting our front door. Here it is finished:
My favorite part is this:
It is a ‘wee giftie’ that Cheri brought home for me when she went to Ireland a few years ago, searching our ancestors. (I was delighted to find out we had Irish and Scottish blood in our veins. That explained the excitement and racing heart whenever I hear a bagpipe.) The brass plaque is Gaelic for “A Thousand Welcomes”.
And here is my favorite Cheri and her Scott. And speaking of Cheri:
*I call her to hear my own life philosophies expressed in new, lovely ways. * I call her to tell her about my troubles and ask her my questions. Got a problem? She’s on it. Got a question? She’ll research it. Need an idea for something/anything? She’ll have one or find one. Got the blues? She’ll dispel them with her wit and wisdom and humor and love. * She doesn’t Facebook or Blog or email or have a dot com. She’s not virtual or techy but she’s real. *She uses the phone and the US Postal Service. *Every October she becomes ‘Aunt Spooky’ and sends dozens of wee gifties to nieces and nephews so they can experience what it feels like to get something in the mailbox just for them. *She’s all about the business of ‘smiles and joy of living’ for others. *Even when she is suffering her own afflictions and disappointments, out comes her skill in the healing arts, ready for anyone around her that needs her special brand of it. *Her approach is like a cheerful warmth. *She has good will, good judgment in speech and conduct. *She is discreet and has an utter calm and prudent silence timed just right. * Her home is a retreat – always full of good reading and delightful projects and her brand of humor.
I think we look a lot alike. I hope I resemble her inside too. And now she is blushing and saying “Oh, Lauri.” Oh, well. I wish to wish her every wish she ever wishes to come true. I have no doubt, in due time, they will. The heavens will not be able to withhold them from such an angel. In the meantime, may all her heartache and sadness (nobody is more nationally savvy and vigilant, and feels the disappointment of this last great American letdown than she) be swallowed up in Gratitude and The Reason for the Season and the knowledge that ‘there is Hope smiling brightly before us and we know that Deliverance is nigh.”
Yay for Sisters.
Just one more Fall image before the wind blows winter into town.
