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Three Weddings and Two Surgeries…


None of them were mine, thanks be to God, but that is how I have spent the last six weeks. I think we’re done for now, but it has been a heck of a ride.

The first wedding was in Sedona, Arizona. The backdrop was the red rock cliffs that two weeks later, sadly, were in engulfed in flames. This gathering was remarkable in that my former spouse and I sat next to each other, held hands, and laughed with each other the entire evening. It was a very bonding event for me with all the family, of which I was once near the center. Oh. The bride and groom were stunningly beautiful, and great happiness is surely in store for them.

The second wedding was in New York City. The backdrop of that wedding was a city rooftop, elegantly cosmopolitan, with waiters passing hors d’oeuvres, an open bar, and an international contingent of guests. My sisters and I had a blast, eating street food, ferrying around the Statue of Liberty, wandering around Times Square, tour-bussing all over Manhattan, subwaying to the night-before-dinner, taxiing to the venue, and walking in Central Park. The bride and groom were gorgeous, and great happiness is surely in store for them.

The third wedding was in Janesville, Wisconsin. The ceremony was in a church! The backdrop of the reception was Rotary Botanical Garden. The weather was perfect, and the flowers in the garden were at their springtime peak. All of us danced, laughed, glammed it up in the Photo Booth, and relished being together. The bride and groom were glowing, and, well, great happiness is surely in store for them.

Then there were the surgeries. One, I have previously mentioned. My niece broke both bones in her right leg just above the ankle while she was running around with her school children. She had several screws placed to bind the bones for mending. We learned that this is a fairly common fracture, and she is on the mend. The second surgery was for my sister. She broke a collarbone ten years ago, when she was run over by a horse, and it never mended. Her clavicle was repositioned, plated and screwed together, and bone was grafted into the union to stimulate bone growth. Her shoulder is now straight, and though she is slinged on her right side and is exhausted from anesthesia, she is recovering nicely.

Looking back, it seems like it was a lot of emotion, activity and excitement. In the midst of it, life just moved from one event to the next. The last six weeks of three weddings and two surgeries have been a metaphor to me of faith. Our lives really simply flow, and though we try to manipulate events to our desires, none of it is in our hands. Life is merely all about trust. Oh, and breath, too. I hope this thought helps me to be “belted in” for both the anticipated and the unknowns that are just around the corner.


The positive emotion of seeking…


Is what Temple Grandin writes about in her book, Animals Make Us Human. My sister and I listened to this book as we drove from North Carolina to Wisconsin a few weeks ago. Dr. Grandin says that if a person engages the positive emotions of animals, then we humans can reinforce behaviors that will create a happier relationship between humans and their animal companions. It is a wonderful book backed by lots of valid research, practice, and implementation. It makes head-slapping sense.

My sister made the connection with human seeking as a source of pleasure, and in our family, we seek great bargains and good buys. Our mom is the master seeker, and we are but minor practitioners. Today was the perfect example. Our favorite thrift store in Madison, Wisconsin is Agrace Hospice Thrift. It was the Grand Opening of the Janesville shop, and Mom had already peeped in the windows yesterday to check out the stuff. She had her eye on a pottery bowl, and there was no way she would let anyone else have a go at it, if it was humanly possible. I just love that woman. We were in line first, naturally, forty-five minutes before the doors opened. I am sure we made good footage for the camera-woman filming for the local news. I actually believe our presence in the front of the store gave the forty people behind us in line the inspiration to flock.

If you ever want to find the best of the best, go shopping with our mom. She has the magic, for sure. She can spot items no one else would give a second look, and we just load up the cart. The strategy is to cover the store, then park the buggy in a corner, go through our choices, and weed out what we don’t really love. We yay or nay for each other, and head for the check out. I really miss the companionship and the perfect eye when I am home in North Carolina, and shop by myself.

The seeking of the bargain makes us happy. The piles of our purchases make the retailers happy. Shopping with my family makes me happy. Dr. Temple Grandin knows what she’s talking about. It doesn’t get more positive than that.