I wake up every morning, giving thanks for the roof over my head and food in the fridge. Running water. Electricity. Sewer system. It all seems like such luxuries when you see the news of the devastation all over the world.
A few years back, we watched a small town here in California’s gold country burn to ashes. Paradise. One road in and out. No way to retreat from a massive wildfire. Many elderly and retired folk, gone. It was devastating. And now, another paradise lost to a massive wildfire.
Hurricanes. Tornadoes. Crumbling shore lines where houses fall off the cliff and into the ocean. Explosions. Bombing of cities. Contaminated water. The list is too long and too ponderous.
So, what did I do this morning, after lying in bed for a moment of thanksgiving? I baked a bread pudding. I watered the yards. I fed the cats. I drank the wonderful coffee Terry made. I did two loads of laundry. I sat here and read the newspaper and Facebook. I wrote this post. It’s the best I can do, and I’m grateful I can do it.
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