Sunday marks the 11th anniversary of Mom's memorial celebration. At this point, I had a rather strong sneaking suspicion that she was behind my getting the boot out of the corporate world as SOON as I returned.
This year has been a culmination of all that I suspected 11 years ago she was directing me toward, often in none-too-welcome but apparently quite effective ways. So many things this summer have been over-the-top wonderful, things no one could have predicted, not in a million zillion years.
Like experiencing Prescott giving Greg Nelson's memorial service, hearing the Ariosa being played practically to perfection (not possible on anything but a magnificent pipe organ), getting long, long hugs from Dave & Candy, realizing it was KENNETH playing his own arrangement of the Ariosa, hearing people talk about same-sex partners in the reception following the service as naturally as anything. What a perfect capstone to a blessings-filled year.
And then there was the car refusing to turn over, at Cairnwood Village, with both Anne & Marg in the car, waiting to be taken out to dinner. Panic never came into the situation, not even a general tummy tightening. Calm & resourceful. Lawson Smith offered to take Anne home, and she got there while dinner was still being served. Contacted John to contact AAA. Made & served Marg a Boston Market entree. Waited for the tow truck to arrive. Figured out how to get the rest of what I need for Bounty. Confirmed John has Susie's cell phone #. Talked to the tow truck guy who was also a mechanic & able to replace the dead battery. And I had a credit card to put it on!
No panic. Just got things done without fuss or misplaced energies. Mom would like that.
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