Ordinary Things

                    

Of course, having been dusted by a faerie isn't all that ordinary. However sometimes, just sometimes, I would like that faerie dust to be a reality.  Do you ever feel that way?

My days are only ordinary for me.  Often I sleep in, or can't move upon awakening.  Saturday  . . . or was it Friday?  Yes Friday, Rob and I (mostly Rob) cleared the sheets off the bed for changing.  The only items left on the bed were the pillows, the comforter and my red blanket.

Ordinary for me on Friday was to watch the puppies play, send most of my graphics,  pictures, etc., to my external hard drive then delete them from my C:// drive. 

I hadn't slept well and was in great pain, so I took a pain pill and lay down for a nap.  Rob came in with Rosie, one of our cockatiels - favorite and most loving.  He put her down on the bed with me.  There was light classical music on the cable music +.  It was so soothing that both Rosie and I fell asleep.  Rob came in to take her back, but she would have none of it!  She just stared into the television until she went back to sleep.  I think we had about a 3 hour nap.  That's sweet and ordinary around here.  I feel so content right now writing about our nap . . . ::big sigh::

Ordinary is also doing as many sit-down tasks as possible.  It's amazing just how many tasks there are.  More amazing than ordinary are how many tasks I can complete. 

Ordinary has changed for me in the last few years.  I'm not that old, but I have trouble walking more than a short distance or standing for more than a few minutes.  Mental illness has come into my life and it must be ordinary right now as well.  Here's the deal:  my life is great as it is.  The things I think I miss are things I wouldn't have done anyway.  I have joy in my heart and life with the exception of down days and who doesn't have those?

By the Lord's grace, I am just the way He wants me for now.  It's not a lesson in patience because He doesn't test us.  I just need to live in obedience to the Lord and to His written word.  Wow!  How cool is that?  How difficult is it for me to obey?  That's a whole other entry.

Ordinary for us is to hear birdsong throughout the day - cockatiels and little sparrows and other singing and chirping birds outside.  The chirping birds are off from here by the heat of the day, but still the cockatiels sing, whistle and call out.  Skipper gave me a wolf whistle when I reached in to give him fresh food.  I got a kick out of that.  As late afternoon comes about, we can hear the little birds outside again . . .stealing Sammy's food, drinking his water, ready to fill up for a good sleep in our trees.

Ordinary now are two Pomeranian puppies running around the house, tearing up paper, being stinkers.  The tiny little black one is Precious.  She's already a cave doggie.  Hides out from us.  Almost impossible to find with those jet-black eyes and black fur.  The brown baby is a cute little PIA. He wants to be in on it all.  If I start to give Precious attention, he pushes her out of the way (she gets back at him - she's short enough to run under his chin to steal his cookies).  He's chocolate in color with a beautiful gold ruff.  He's going to be a true beauty.

It's ordinary that this is a house of love.  It seems to rain down on us here so that we are drenched not only in God's love but filled up with love for each other and Him.  Many blessings and prayers to you all,

       

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