I was so upset about my plants being killed. And then I saw what just happened to the thousands, if not millions, of people in the south. One of my brothers among them. I can plant new plants, or I can decide to not do that. It is not that important.
I have a race on Sunday that I feel ill prepared for. It is supposed to be 28º Fahrenheit on Sunday morning, and maybe raining/snowing. I will be outside running / walking 13.1 miles. But the reality is, I am in my 60th year on this earth, and I have the ability to stay upright for 13.1 miles - and I will likely enjoy myself regardless of the weather. That is something not many my age could say. I am grateful for that.
My family is scattered to the four winds (and this is probably what is really behind my sour disposition lately). My son is in Iraq. My daughter-in-law is in a month long training in another state. My baby granddaughter is with her "other" grandparents in Nebraska for the month. I drove by my son's house last night and it hurt me physically to think of the little family all split up all over the place. In my opinion it just isn't right what a young family has to go through just to stay afloat. When I was that age, it wasn't so difficult. But it is now not then, and it doesn't help to dwell on the past....
I have an exciting weekend ahead. I will stay in a hotel tomorrow night. I will go to Mass in another town on Saturday evening. And then get ready for a race.
I must focus on what is good. And there is plenty. And I must thank God for it.