Yesterday I said life was made up of trials, triumphs, and the mundane. The days of trials and triumphs are hit n’ miss. The mundane connects them. Today was one of those mundane days. You know – the rare day when you don’t move too fast, accomplish a lot, or even have anything peak your interest as you move through it.
This morning I went to the gym. Then my husband came home at noon and we went to Albany for his doctor appointment. We were both quiet on the ride. We had a 1 pm appointment and sat in a hot waiting room until 2:10 before we went in. I napped against the wall while waiting. The appointment was routine and took all of 15 minutes. Then we stopped for a very late lunch and played some Keno. On the way home I just stared out the window and actually didn’t say even a word. My husband said, “Awful quiet, dear.” I smiled and said, “Yes, isn’t it nice?” and then snuggled into my coat til we got home. He had to go to work and I sit here now, watching Ellen with cup of hot coffee in front of the fire.
A mundane day. I remember one of my thoughts as we rode home. I was thinking how peaceful and simple my life is. A few bumps in the road here and there, but nothing like people who are really sick or really in trouble are facing. Nothing to keep me up at night, anyway. That I give gratitude for. That, and a tranquil mundane day that didn’t require a lot of thinking or talking.
And so, as another day goes by, it’s nice to have a quiet, “thoughtless” one so room can be made in my mind for whatever tomorrow might bring, and…I have written.
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