My gardener showed up today, and with mulch! You never know with him. I often wonder if he's quit or taken a job in L.A., and then he surprises me and even remembers what he promised to do. He's taught me a lot about expectation. I'm usually all set to fire him, have complained to all my friends, and then he returns, like the sun. He's amiable and hard working when he's here. The garden doesn't look dreadful, and I begin to realize that he has his own life and priorities, and since my garden isn't even near the top of my priorities, why should I expect it to be with him? It does make for a great joy when he surfaces. The sun is out, the gardener is here, all' s right with the world.
Today I have therapy, so it's time to prioritize what I want to discuss in my one hour a month. It does make for efficiency. I forget so quickly that if something pops into my mind, I figure it has a tug on me and maybe should be addressed. What I'm grateful for is that right now there is no crisis which must be at the forefront. Thank you for boring, ordinary days. They won't last forever, so I try to appreciate every single one.
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