Getting up early for the routine of morning. Ablutions in the salle de bain a. (pardon my French) and then the usual half awake gathering of juice, coffee and pills. I sit in my very lazy boy and gaze out the south windows to the garden and also view the parking lot, west of the garden.

The old Saab that our Son lovingly made into a fast sports car. Whistling as the 15 pound turbocharger bent around a tight corner on a local narrow road, channeled through granite boulders, but it now has a bad second gear and an extension cord at the hood. The other collection of vehicles, all facing me bringing memories of transportation. Horse power in the corral that nicker and ask to be useful.

Musing on the dog eared books near me, smelling the warm coffee nearby and distracted by the memories brought forth, suddenly pleasing. Watching for the hummingbird sipping at the feeder with it’s long proboscis looks like the cord coming out of the Saab.

I fondly remember the dishes I washed last night when I operated the coffee maker, another successful stack in the drying rack. Morning sun as I relax and read Thomas Moore’s quotes about these types of thoughts. Everyday life that is not ordinary. A butterfly with a damaged wing affects a galaxy a thousand light years away.

We are Created in the womb by the thoughts of our creator and brought into the universe for His joy and pleasure.

Julie arises and I make our bed and feel the quilt that Grandma Jeannie made, and I center it. There is wind visible now, it’s hot and 90 degrees is forecast. Outside work will be brief, but still fulfilling. An expectation of today’s holiday and the smell of the grill wafting over the parking lot for guests coming this afternoon..

Time now to lay out clothes, toss the laundry into the washer and go see what is coming up in the beauty of the garden.

Ordinary day? Just miracles one after another, another extraordinary day. Love it.

It’s pretty good. Norm/Jack

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