Dance: There once was an unhappy marriage. The woman in her mid-60’s was feeling sad and low. Once afternoon her grandson, just 4 and unaware of her problems, had an uncontrollable urge to dance, which for him meant flapping his arms and churning his legs in such a way as to appear as if were hopping madly around on a bed of hot coals. “Dance with me Grandma!” he said, hopping closer to her. She Danced. And remembered delight.
We'd get so much more accomplished if we'd stop sharing pain and take turns instead. Hope you are feeling better today.
Work may prevent me from actually going Sunday but I will still be able to pick you up and take you home. We may take you to Mindy's and let you ride with her to the shower if work doesn't cooperate but the project may get postponed. Will know more after work tomorrow.