It was a weekend of ah-ha moments. If you live near me, you know that we have had a series of days with downpours - and yet, the sun would be out. Many of us have found each other looking for rainbows - but I, for one, never saw one. Not until we drove through horrendous storms on the way to Westmore. As we parked the car and I took my first look across the lake, what do you think was waiting for me? As the rainbow disappeared, a beautiful night sky began to appear. As we finally decided it was time to unlock the cottage door, I got this beautiful scent.........I could not see anything, because by that time it was pitch dark. When we got up in the morning, we found beautiful lilacs - at least I think they were lilacs, but the scent was different than any I have come across before. I kept finding them all across the property and taking pictures. Ours are long gone and we missed most of them while we were in Florida - so I truly enjoyed these.
As I was sitting and reading a book that I could not put down, I came across these words: "In a long life there are thirty or thirty-five thousand days to be got through, but only a few dozen that really matter, BIG DAYS, when Something Momentous Happens. The rest - the vast majority, tens of thousands of days - seem unremarkable, repetitive, even monotonous. We glide through them and then instantly forget them. We tend not to think about this arithmetic when we look back on our lives. We remember the handful of Big Days and throw away the rest. We organize our lives into tidy little stories, but our lives are mostly made up of ordinary, forgettable days."
As I read these words, I thought about the total number of days listed as being a long life. I guess I had never thought about it that way before. I probably will not think about it that way again. What I will think about is that no day should be assigned to the category of unremarkable, repetitive, or monotonous. I refuse to think that way. I could consider this weekend to be three of those days - I did nothing that I have not done before - but each time, it is different - each time it is special.
This time, I got to see a rainbow, smell the lilacs, read a good book, watch geese fly over me in a beautiful blue sky, (and if they went, this time they missed me) and show Grandpa Davignon a picture of his newest great grandchild. How could any of that be considered unremarkable?
My favorite line in the paragraph that I stole from the book was the last line...and The End is never the end.
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