Whodathunk of this ? I am so weird.
If you folks read one of my earlier posts - “VALUES: To live out and to Teach my children”, you would have read that I believe that “The good deeds are done without thought of repayment...even without notice-just a secret between you and God. People wondering who did it (and that someone cares) is a continuing gift.”
Well, today I did something good that will likely be unnoticed. But, of course, by sharing it with you, I'm breaking my own rule and letting out that secret. It's just that it was a pretty WEIRD thing to do, and I thought you might get a kick out of it. I mean, Whodathunk of doing this anyway? (I had a good friend who used to use that term - “whodathunk”, and I like it.)
I've been going to a local cemetery lately - both for solace, and as a place to go walking for fitness. It's a place where you can suddenly burst into tears, and no one thinks you're weird. It's the only place I could think of where this can happen. It's been working out great for me - as long as I don't read the headstones. I'm a real softy.
Anyway.......On to the weird idea of today.
Many times I think I'm the strangest person I've ever met. I'm sure I looked pretty strange to the girl on the bicycle today - she took off fast when she saw what I was doing - probably thought I was nuts.
You see.... It had been bothering me lately that so many of the Veterans' flags at the cemetery were half falling off their little wooden poles. They're only attached with 3 little cheap staples, and the top one gets all the stress, apparently, and they're hanging upside down, which is only supposed to happen in times of great distress. So, this morning, I brought my needle, thread and scissors with me, and sewed all those hanging flags back onto their poles so they could fly proudly in the windstorm today and not blow off and land on the ground in disrespect. Took me well over an hour!
I'll bet you've never tried to thread a needle, while standing up, in dawn "light", and in storm winds, either! It's not as easy as I just made it sound.
(And I really need to buy some bigger needles - or better reading glasses. It'll have to be the glasses. It's a pride thing - with quilters - teeny needles. And I'm not ready to give in.)
So, was sewing flags in a cemetery “fun”? Hmmmm....It wasn't NOT fun. And I don't know if anyone will notice - dead or visiting family, but it was Worthwhile ---- to Me anyway. And I think my father and grandfather, veterans of both World Wars, would think it was an hour well spent. AND that I was also nuts. Yeah, my dad would be doing that ear-to-ear grin that he didn't do very often, usually only in making fun of me - and thinking that I was nuts.