Everything has a way of working out.
I don't profess to understand "why" and I certainly can't comprehend the "how" but it all works out somehow.
I've got a lot to do today and sitting here contemplating how to get it all done before all hell breaks lose this afternoon.
In case you don't know, hell breaking lose transpires in the following order: (1) The girls come from school. (2) Jeremy comes from home from Athens and we plan on having fun. (3) Sarah's parents show up tonight and we have terrific mutual relationship --- I don't say much to them and they don't say much to me. (4) Chelsea and Sam show up and there's a party. (5) Someone turned the wind on so drinking on the back is no longer an attractive option.
If that isn't enough I'm scheduled lunch at The Landings, an exclusive gated community that's an hour drive from here. It was with someone I couldn't say no to ... so I' staring out the window contemplating how to get through everything.
The phone rings and it's the person I can't say no to. He has to cancel. Suddenly I'm gifted four hours back.
Hanging up, I whisper a prayer to no one in particular ... "Thank you."
Strolling to the sliding glass doors in the kitchen I stare outside. Bright sunshine glows through the wind is bitterly cold and Fran's thousand shades of green violently dance as though processed by Satan. Large flower pots lay on their sides. I hate it.
Goddess though seems to be in heaven. Her golden coat blows in the wind as she lays there contently, the sole proprietorial owner of the deck.
My mind takes me back to school, illness, marriages, awful times and grand accomplishments. I think of my friends and the things they've been through and their current struggles. People I've known who are no longer on earth lead me to others who are here now though their time is short. Everything I've done, everyone I've known and all that I am now hits me all at once.
"It all works out," I say out loud.
If you believe that ... then it really does.
If you don't ... then hell is always breaking lose.
