Sunday Gratitude – 30.VII.2023 – Mondays

I was hoping I was done with the Monday editions of Sunday gratitude, but things don’t always work out that way. I helped friends move on Saturday, and nearly fell asleep on the keyboard writing Saturday night (luckily, I pushed the computer away first). I finished Saturday’s post later on Sunday, and figured I’d write again later on. Well, I had to find a couple of things, and I found a couple of things (unfortunately, not what I was looking for) and ended up working on another couple of things that had to get done yesterday. By the time I looked up again, the clock said 11:47pm. Oh well.

It was a hard week. Besides my cousin’s death, there was something else that happened earlier in the week as well, and… we’ll see what happens. That’s all we can do sometimes.

So, as for gratitude. I’m thankful that I ended up helping my friends move. Had that not happened, I probably would have stayed at home most of the day and while there is plenty that needs to be done here, the physical work and the human interaction were both really necessary. Besides, even after the main “work” part was done, it was obvious that just being there for awhile was helping bring down stress levels and everything. The family has been through a lot the last couple of years, and I hope that this place ends up working out for them until they’re a little bit more “back on their feet”.

The kids and their dad and I went up to Green Bay for a visit to the Bay Beach amusement park this past Monday. It was nice, though exhausting. This summer has flown by with not a lot in the way of “special stuff”, so the change of pace was good. The weather was pretty good, it was cloudy enough that the sun wasn’t just beating down on us most of the time and it wasn’t extremely hot. I’m thankful that this worked out.

I’m grateful that the air conditioning in the house worked on the muggy days. There are still issues, but I suspect that the coils are freezing under some circumstances, but in the hot weather, they seem to be fine.

I am grateful that I found out about Isaiah’s death in a timely manner, rather than figuring this out months or years down the road. As much as his suicide is going to affect his sons, I’m glad that Isaiah had kids. I wouldn’t doubt that they would give Isaiah’s dad reason to keep going, considering that he’s lost his dad, his wife, and his son in a space just over five years.

I am thankful for each one of you, for reading, for those who share their writing as well, and for those of you who support this blog in whatever capacity, even if it’s with a random “hello!”

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