I am waking up Saturday morning and yup its there!
Icey white covers everything outdoors.
It's gonna ice for my anniversary celebration!
Inclement weather: Emergency Plan B has gotta move into place!
Of course I call Sue, as planned, and as I do almost every morning; my devoted Spirit Sister and the occasion' s chief organizer.
We are prepared for this eventuality; AccuWeather, our trusty weather advisor, has already fore warned us. We are prepared.
What next, we are asking each other?
I'm calm, relaxed, at ease with life's ups and downs and turn arounds, like I would never have been fifty years ago.
Yup, the Icey mess is here, no doubt about it!
"Just checked the news online,” I tell Sue.
“Baltimore pileup on I 95 (one of our major highways), sixty-seven car pile-up, two dead.”
No one should be out on the roads in this.
Even if it clears, roads will remain slick in spots, black ice and fog would make for a dangerous return home, after dark, as it likely would be.
“Gotta cancel our celebration and reschedule. Let's look forward to a day in the future of sunshine and flowers.”
In the next moment, after we get that straight, I am asking Sue, “Who has confirmed, who needs to be called immediately, who second?”
We are into Plan B!
Then --- the moment when it all turns around.
Really turns round right!
Sue tells me she has news that is just gonna knock my sox off!
She sure is right!
Later, on Sunday afternoon, when our turning has come full circle, Sue and I are singing --
Tis the gift to be simple; 'Tis the gift to be free; 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be; And when we find ourselves in the place just right; It will be in the valley of love and delight.
Yup, our celebration has turned into that!
We are “in the valley of love and delight!”
See our picture! I am happily ensconced in the midst of my honorary daughter Terry and granddaughter Maggie.
Plan B has brought us, instead of Saturday's pre-planned event, to a quiet Sunday afternoon at home in my lovely mountains. In our picture Terry, Maggie and I are looking at pictures in my Beloved Father – Daughter scrapbook (the scrapbook itself worthy of many tales to come).
Four generations celebrating ME! You realize how close the spirit level is, at times like this, when a deceased parent shows up for a celebration.
My daughter Terry has flown clear across the country from California to be here to celebrate my 50th anniversary! OMG! OMG!
We got their spiritual vibe even if we were a day late, catching up to them on our end.