Ever have one of those days when you predicted everything would go wrong and then things improved? That was yesterday. Working on only three hours’ sleep the night before, I got up at 5:00 a.m., finished the Table of Contents of my newest book and got it published by 9:00. I didn’t have a lesson prepared for my memoir=writing class at 1:00, but had the success story of their book to share and had a few pieces of exemplary writing pieces to share with them. We ended up, of course, relating other stories sparked by their imagination of similar stories they could tell. I, of course, dared them to write some of those during the summer. I am taking a break from teaching the class here at Glenbrooke Senior Living where I now reside. I rushed home from that gathering, wrote a lengthy love letter to my granddaughter and rushed to meet her and the rest of the family at Red Lobster in Merritt Island, roughly an hour away. We arrived promptly at 5:00, the designated time, waited for others to join us, then spent forty-five minutes getting served (our first server had to attend a seminar for twenty in the next room. I think the kitchen was overwhelmed by that) so we didn’t finish dinner until after 7:30. Then we went to our son’s for Kaley’s birthday presents and cake followed by a lengthy picture by picture (actually it was wonderful) diary of their trip to Washington, D.C. Reaching home after 10:00, I was again exhausted. Did I say the day before we left at 9:00 for church, volunteered for the Symphony concert in Vero Beach (an hour in the opposite direction, supposedly had a 5:00 dinner reservation at Texas Roadhouse (so we thought) but didn’t get taken in until almost seven. Since it was Father’s Day, they were very busy and service was very slow. We arrived home at 9:15–twelve hours after we left in the morning.
I suppose all this rant is saying, at a week short of 84 years old, I was (still am) tired!
But, praise God, I’ve accumulated more joy in these two days than I can express. And, to top it all off, today is our son and daughter-in-law’s anniverary and I am proud to say they’ve done a wonderful job encouraging each other, accomplishing great things, raising two great accomplished children, and blessing us in so many ways, So, all in all, it’s been quite the amazing couple of days and it’s good to be seeing God’s grace in so many ways.
I guess it’s okay that my usual typing skills have left me–had to make at least ten typo corrections and haven’t finished playing all my phone games yet and it’s 3;12 in the afternoon. Slacker!
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.