An unusual morning

Mid-September Saturday in the San Joaquin Valley. We slept in until just past 6:30. Cannot tell you the last time we lay in bed so “late.” It’s fifty eight degrees. The air is clean. The windows are open. We have no where to BE, but here, here in our own home, in our yards, with our cats, for the WHOLE day. This is most amazing. And I am so grateful.

My hairdresser and I chatted about such small luxuries yesterday while she colored and cut my hair. Her heart breaks for the homeless she sees, and, like me, she cannot understand how we can have so many on the streets when there is so much wealth. Neither of us are what would be considered wealthy by today’s standards, but we both consider ourselves privileged. We are so grateful for what we have, and even though we try to do our part in helping others, we know it’s but a drop in the ocean.

One of the drops in the ocean is taking care of the cats. Many of you dear Readers have wondered about our cats. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say we are the rescue mission for the cats on the block. A friend had a picture on Facebook this morning of two stray cats she is feeding and trying to catch to have neutered. I told her I understood, that even when they live in your backyard, it’s not easy. In the last 10 days we have had 5 cats neutered. Then, while sitting in the backyard, cats in my lap while the sprinklers run, I did a quick count. In just under two years we have taken 14 cats to the low-cost spay and neuter clinic. We are not the only ones. There are quite a few of us “frequent fliers.”

My two days at Columbia this week were pure joy. Yes, the second graders are all thrilled now that I am coming, even the ones who weren’t there last year. The first graders, just after one visit, were excited when I came into their rooms. One little boy even brought me pages of his own stickers. I thanked him and told him he could share those with his classmates, that I had plenty of stickers. He didn’t want me to run out. And his name, Cody, rhymes with mine!

Tomorrow, the third Sunday of the month, is my turn to do coffee fellowship. It’s been busy, as I said, so I’m getting donuts from our favorite shop–Lucky’s Donuts–owned by the family of former students. These people are so special to me. I have known them since 1996 when their oldest daughter was a freshman in the Class of 2000 and helped in the planning of the class’s first dance, a backwards prom. She worked so hard but wasn’t going to be able to come to the dance because her dad didn’t think it was safe. She somehow convinced him to bring her because I told her he could come, too, and stay the entire evening if he wished. He brought her, we chatted, best we could what with a language barrier, and he left her in my care. We were long-lived friends afterwards, and still are today, 22 years after that girl graduated. Her sisters came behind her and were in my marketing and yearbook classes. Never had the brother, though, in any class.


10 responses to “An unusual morning

  1. Yes, we also donate to food banks and other organizations that help those in need, but you’re right. The need is so great. Hawaii is having even more of a problem because of the higher cost of living here. There’s also the problem of people coming here for the weather, but not having the resources to house themselves. It’s a hard situation.

  2. What a sweet story about your lifelong friend and his daughter. We have so many homeless here, too, and it does break my heart to think we, as a prosperous nation, have so many cast aside like that. 😦

  3. I’m hearing more and more about the lack of workers when there are jobs to be had. How are people surviving? Have a percentage of prior workers decided to live off the streets after having withstood the pandemic?? It’s such a strange situation. My niece says her company has several unfilled positions and they will advertise them without success, take the ad down for a few days before putting it back up again. Yet today, as I turned off the freeway offramp we watched a man cross the street with a 2 litre of beverage and a paper cup. He set the beverage down by a post and proceeded to walk towards traffic, holding the paper cup out and soliciting donations. Bizarre…

    • My hairdresser, who also is a makeup artist, told me she is considering taking a side hustle with MAC cosmetics. I guess the stores need workers, she could use a little extra cash and she loves to play with makeup. She’s young (41) and smart and her kids are in high school. She assured me she wasn’t giving up her hairdressing clients. Ambitious woman.

  4. Yes, we cannot change everything in life, but we do our bit. Thank you for sharing.

  5. I envy your good fortune in not knowing how it is that you got away with sleeping in! My neck often forces me out of bed; damn thing. Not that I’m not grateful to have a neck, but geez, does it have to be so insistent that I get up and greet the day before I’m ready?! -Kate

    • Ah, neck issues…I am fortunate that my stenosis has remained stable. The dr believed the exercises I do every day has made a difference. I used to wake up during the night with numb fingers and/or hands and have readjust my head and neck to get the feeling back. That rarely happens.

  6. I’m guessing the family that owns the doughnut shop were immigrants. It has to be satisfying to watch them thrive.

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