(And a break for some happy news. Lenore and Edgar have returned. They make their rounds from window to window now. A couple of mornings Edgar has even come up to my bedroom, where he sits on the handle of the patio door, peeps in at me and taps on the glass. I've given up trying to figure him out. I'm just glad they're back and will be watching to see where they put their nest. Sorry, they're still a little too skittish for me to try any more pics.)
So, as I drove myself home from the pharmacy last night, miserable, lonely and feeling pretty sorry for myself, I got a phone call from a neighbor who has asked if they can have Gavin's car for their mother, who just returned from a mission and has no money. I feel good about giving it to them. A good cause and all that. But, dang. I really wasn't feeling up do doing anything more than just getting my sore face home, laying it down on the couch and feeling sorry for myself. I told her that when I got home and found his keys, I'd call her. Then, as I hung up, it hit me. She intended to send her brother over, with his tow rope, to meet me as I got home. He was going to take Gavin's car. Right then. What was I thinking? To orchestrate this for her meant going home and, partially blind, cleaning out my deceased son's car so that someone could take it. Away. Good cause, schmood cause. I'm so sorry. Not tonight. I called her and bowed out. Then I went home and had a good long cry.
So, you're wondering what's up with this picture. Lyn saw Lincoln's upside down goggles and left a comment about kids, upside down goggles and shoes on the wrong feet. It reminded me of my mom, who used to tell me about the little boy whose mom told him that his shoes were, once again, on the wrong feet. He looked at her in dismay and said, "But Mommy! These are the only feet I got!"
And there's my lesson from yesterday. These are the only eyes I got. This is the only heart I got. This is the only me I got. Sometimes, I gotta take care of me.