So after my "ex" vent yesterday, I went out on foot in the chilly damp morning to find a flower shop, because I wanted to see the physical blossoms I was ordering in ex and son's names. And it gave me a nice 3.44 mile walk in weather that was "bracing". Sometimes bracing is good. Heck, almost always bracing is good.
Then it was a day of waiting on the airlines, watching the flight schedules and alerts, and that mixed emotions hug at the airport. So relieved son is home! One last hug in the garage, sending him off with his wife for their own homecoming... I think I saw her turn the car toward the house they are buying for a drive by on their way home.
He was so exuberant on that last hug, though, he showed off, by lifting his mom off her feet. It's an odd feeling, being picked up by your offspring. But he's young and strong. And home.
Ex called about an hour later because he was fretting over the weather and flight delays, too. NOW it's hitting him that he's not going to be there. He said he didn't think he could take seeing her empty house. Sigh.
Later in the evening Son called to make arrangements for us to go to this morning's funeral as a three-some. So I went to bed in the comfort of knowing that whatever the weather was going to do, we had a plan.
This morning, clear off then get over to the kids' apartment in a few hours, and we shall proceed to the church. I had to snap a picture of God's laughter, or "today's workout is sponsored by Mother Nature":
Public and catholic schools are closed, but I don't think that applies to funerals. So... this weather wimp had best get her rear in gear and get that driveway cleared. Judging from the neighbor's drive half handled, we're talking about four inches, kind of wet and heavy... very pretty. And a workout.
Live today, TODAY, in the moment. Spark on!