It was a six-hour drive to Maryland for my grandson’s musical, How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying.
The beginning of the trip was through a deluge. Nearer my destination, the sun came out, and I took note of the early spring life. The underbrush was dressed in early spring green, but the Red-bud Trees I knew to be along the route were not in bloom. I hoped the Red-bud trees would be in bloom on my return trip. At my son’s home, I noticed cherry trees and other flowering trees in bloom.
It was a long trip for a play, but my grandson’s delight made the trip worth while. I did not see much of my grandson, because the play, the cast party, and striking the set took most of his waking hours.
On the way home, am happy to report, the Red-bud trees were in bloom. I hope they are hearty enough to retain their blooms through the spring snow we have on the way.
I hope I was tired, but more likely I was in a downward spiral, when I got home. (Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference.) Hubby was on top of everything, so I should have been happy. He put an ad for our mobile home in the newspaper, and got calls from a couple of interested parties. He had a nice dinner ready for me when I got home. The neighbor got rid of most of the trash, leaving only the trimmings from his evergreen tree. Hubby vacuumed and mowed getting us ready for the appointment with the house hunters.
After a second good night’s sleep in my own bed, I was feeling better. I went to the YMCA for some water aerobics and out to lunch with the girls. Sometimes it is easy to get caught up in other people’s problems, whether problems of family or friends, or problems of Syrian children in need of a champion that make my liberal heart bleed.
These are times when the Serenity Prayer is needed.