"Some days must be dark and dreary."

Jan 18, 2008 00:40

I return, friends, from a long absence.  I imagine that I won't have many readers anymore, but I guess that's okay.  This journal was always more for me anyways, and sometimes you just have to go away for awhile.

So it's been an exciting few weeks in the apartment of Chewy and Retta.  It all started a few days before Christmas when Retta broke up with her boyfriend and he began stalking her.  (I was in Utah during this drama.)  She ended up calling the police, and the boy in question was thrown into jail for a couple of weeks, including Christmas.  Yesterday I accompanied her to the courthouse to get a protective order.  Fun stuff.

Only recently have I thought to pray for peace and safety for our home.  The phrasing surprised me, but it is indeed a home.  It's a home where each is mother and each is daughter.  This evening at 11:45 I stood in the living room, ready to depart for work, typing a text message to Retta on my phone asking if she was okay because she's usually home earlier on school nights.  At that very moment, it seems, she was standing on the porch staring at the illuminated living room lights, wondering why I wasn't asleep.  We both went for the doorknob at the same time and both nearly had a heart attack.

So, today was Carrot Cake Day, the day my family jumps on furniture and celebrates their emancipation.  I guess my family back in Utah made it a big party this year.  I didn't actually have any carrot cake today, but yesterday all my evening activities were canceled due to weather, and in my unexpected free time I threw together an apple coffee cake.  My roommate didn't want any and I couldn't eat it all myself, so I took it to Great Books with me this morning where it was an unexpectedly big success.  That was good and seemed sort of fitting.  Carrot Cake Day seems like an appropriate day to garner good karma.

A boy who reminds me of sunshine sent me this verse by Longfellow the other day.  It's pretty and I think it goes well with the gray weather we've been having:

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining:
Thy fate is the common fate of all:
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

That's okay though.  Sometimes those are the days when someone shows up on your doorstep with your second favorite kind of ice cream.
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