So far, today is an ordinary day . . . of course, it is only mid morning. It has been weeks since, a day went along as it usually does, without an agenda-or a single plan. There is always housekeeping, with its’ familiar tasks. I do want to paint a table, that got moved yesterday . . .and I do want to start my book, for that never happened, though I have had it a month. Otherwise, it could just be a beautiful ordinary day.
A light rain is falling, as the forecast predicted. It is warm enough outside, that I have a window up. It is the kind of rain, for children to play in, or young romantics to walk in. An old lady could make use of it too, if she had bought those rain boots. Instead I will listen to it fall like a soothing melody from a silvery sky and remember my grandmother saying, “I love you like rain.”
Housekeeping today included all sorts of chores. The house was orderly, to start with, but the laundry room could sure stand a “going over”. I scrubbed the floor where a sofa once was and of course Cash tracked through it immediately. He never fails to do so. I cleaned out my pocketbook. I love order, but fail miserably with a pocketbook. Large or small, they somehow stay laden with receipts and coins and rosin and all sorts of odd things. I found a key, but have no clue what it goes too. I tossed out the old pocket calendar, for the new one, Mama gave me. For some reason, that felt good. It was full of deadlines and legal notes, that ended up meaning nothing. All of that is at least behind me.
I feel like I have been through a “crash course” of sorts, these last few months. Lessons learned the hard way are my least favorite kind. It was as I have said before, “first one thing and then another”, and each thing, frightfully on the heels of the one before it. There was no use in crumbling under the heaping mess, for first of all, that wouldn’t do one iota of good and besides, I owed it to my children to show them how to stand on fractured soil. Now, that it is an ordinary day, I can at last see the dust settling and feel almost, unscathed by the botched business of selling the house with the rambling grounds. It is not because I am saintly, but instead, because the burden was heavy and made me weary . . .and so I tired of it. I sorted out my thoughts like I was cleaning out a junk drawer I discarded what no longer worked or was needed. In doing so, I received my “second wind”.
It rained all day, so that I kept a lamp on. I actually packed up some pictures, . . . proof that my gumption was restored. There was not a bit of hurry in me today, as I went about my work. There didn’t seem to be a bit of hurry in anybody, for the countryside was still and lacked even the slightest motion. . .and the landscape , muted now, in late December, would have made a beautiful, but somber painting.
On Saturday, for the first time, in a long spell, the sun came up boldly, proclaiming the day. It seems it has been weeks since the light was bright enough to cast a shadow. Even the mockingbird, was glad and sang. The morning was mild, so my window went up again.
Today, I will hopefully, finish painting the floor. I never intended for that to happen. It all started when we rearranged the furniture. The paint was scant in some areas of the old hardwood, I noticed as I scrubbed the floor. All it needed was a “touch up”. I surmised, but I soon realised, it needed more than that. That is always the case, it seems, with any project, that I have ever started. Even planting a rose bush, has the same conditions, for I will want to add a layer of mulch, and then , I decide, a birdbath beside it, would be nice and on and on I go, til it took all afternoon to plant a single bush. That is a summary of how all of the years here passed.
I was finished with the floor by noon. Since I had the paint out, I decided to paint the “morning table” too. The humble, ” morning table” is like an old friend to me. I rarely attach sentimental attachment to furniture, but the morning table, where I write and sit my cup, will make the future move to the next rabbitpatch. Likewise, the “Christmas closet” will too, and the bed, that all my children have slept in -and a dresser, that my late husband, Jamie restored for me. I will also take an old pie safe and a cupboard, that belonged to my dear friend, Julies’ grandmother. I suppose I will take the piano too. I had decided against that, but when Christian plays his songs, beautifully enough to make an angel cry, I know full well, it must come too. . . .whenever that time shall be.
When the table was painted and almost dry, I decided to sort through the bin under the kitchen sink. That led me to mixing up solutions that remove stains, deodorize pet beds and sofas, and room spray . The concoctions are free of toxins, have wonderful fragrance and are economical. Most importantly, they work . . .and I would rather spend my money on hyacinths in May, after all.
In the twilight hours, I read. . . just for pleasure, about Secretariat, the champion of horses. I had seen a documentary and I clearly remembered watching history being made when Secretariat was in his prime. I was just a young girl, then and so, it was a long time ago, but I have never forgotten the excitement of watching this horse literally leave the others “in the dust” and winning the “Triple Crown”, by what seemed a “country mile”.
When Secretariat died, the usual procedure, was to perform an autopsy of sorts, though his death was no mystery. It turns out , that this horse had an unusually large heart. Much larger than the average. Oddly, Secretariats groom, had always declared, that Secretariat “had more heart” than other horses. The high school drop out, had noticed it right off. He was there at the birth, and this foal had stood, at just 45 minutes old. Though, Secretariats’ owner had lost a coin toss, and therefore ended up with the “lesser” colt, the groom knew better.
I was glad I had somehow, decided to explore this random piece of history, for it inspired me in many ways. I thought about how sometimes we feel, like we have “lost a coin toss” only to learn later . . . that we had really won the prize intended. I thought about wisdom, thankfully, not reserved what the world considers, the “privileged” and of course, I thought about having a heart – big enough, to “win” our own races, even if the odds do not seem favorable.
“Ordinary” days needn’t be dull. They may lack glamour and hold not a trace of excitement. They may hold a good deal of solitude and mundane tasks. But in solitude, we can consider greatness and if we do our best work, the most lowly of tasks can still give us a sense of satisfaction. A life is composed of all sorts of days . . . .and if our heart is big enough . . . we can love them all. . . and we might just get a “second wind”.
12 thoughts on “Ordinary Days and a “Second Wind””
Rabbit…You are wise beyond your years my dear. Life does that to some…not so much for others. Having an ‘attitude of gratitude’ is the key. Happy New Year to you my friend.
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you words are kind and good to me-like an old friend. I am blessed to call you friend. Thank you and may the new year be full of blessings for you. I think of you so often. love Michele
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Another beautiful post dear Michele! You have such a wise outlook, through our lives we learn many lessons, not all are pleasant, but as you said if we can embrace them and appreciate them, each one for what they bring, we can certainly grow and get that “second wind” . In the end “is not what happens to us but how we respond to it” and you are a courageous soul, and example to all, who can go through adversity and still appreciate the beauty of life, with an immense heart filled with love! Happy New Year dear friend, and may 2019 bring all your wishes come true, I know your beautiful cottage is waiting for you 🙂 Amira
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May the new year brings you much blessings and a new place you call “home”.
I could watch you work through your words, and I didn’t lift a finger to help. We’ve taken a couple of days off. That means there was nothing on the calendar, and we did what we felt like. I thought that was what retirement was going to be like all the time. Oh, well. The neighbors are coming to celebrate New Year’s Eve, and we will enjoy that.
Happy New Year! I’m praying blessings your way because you have been a great blessing to me. Love and warm hugs!
Beautiful Michele. Happy New Year, heres to second winds. ❤️
Dear Michelle, if I could only put into words how much this post spoke to me. There were several nuggets of truth in this that my soul needed to hear this morning….God used you to speak wisdom to me in a special way today- thank you for sharing your gift with the world.
There seems often to be the sense that ‘after Christmas’ what do I turn my attention to…. But it seems you have settled right into knowing and doing just that…. take care Michele… !
A book I need to read! Beautiful post, Michele. Happy New Year.
I also remember watching with awe the year Secretariat won the triple crown! (I think I was about 13?) My love of watching horse racing began that year. And I love how you use his story as a lesson to the rest of us. Sometimes things work out so much better than we had ever thought, we just need to be patient. Happy New Year, Michele!
It occurs to me that the Rabbit Patch is a learning place, for you are always revealing something you learned as the result of an ordinary day at the patch. I do believe that our special and favorite places teach us things, especially things about ourselves, and that solitude is a necessary component to learning them. May you have many mundane and ordinary days this new year in which to contemplate greatness. xox– Happy New Year!
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ahhh-you are one after my own heart! I love that wish for me. This place has been a teacher for sure, in many ways. May you have a wonderful year with love and goodness “right steady”! thank you, love Michele
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