Dinner at Chez McKinney…table for two!

I can stay in for days and days at a time and find plenty to do. But, once I had my pre-op Covid test yesterday, they gave me a little instruction sheet. It said …”Go straight home and stay there till you come to the hospital for surgery.” Are you kidding me??? I’m in FLORIDA. It’s 70 degrees and sunny! Waaaaaaaah….SO not fair. Well, ok…the adult in me says I surely wouldn’t want to come this far and run the risk of getting sick and not being able to have my surgery. That would be stupid. So, I’m sucking it up and putting on my big girl panties. *sigh*

That’s not the only adult thing I’ve done lately. I mean…we both have our vaccines. We’ve made wills. And…I placed our very first DoorDash order last night!!! I think that makes us certified grownups. Or was that when we got our first AARP card? Hard to know. All I know is, this all feels really good. Like we’re finally making great strides towards a new normal. And we had Outback delivered to our hotel room. We can’t get that at home…we live too far out in the country. It’s probably a good thing. We’d go broke, we’d get fat, and I’d never cook again!

As I sat down to write last night, I heard a train in the distance. I love that sound…it takes me back to my childhood when I’d hear the trains going up and down along the Ohio river a few block from our house. Then, when I built my house in Western Colorado, I could hear the trains on the other side of the hill behind our house…their lonesome whistle signaling the one place where traffic crossed the tracks. When I lived in my camper up by the river, the trains came by on the other side of the field and I could feel the rumble of their passing in my chest. Visiting Sue in the Denver Metro area always brought trains in the middle of the night and I found them comforting. As a matter of fact, there have only been two places I’ve ever lived where trains weren’t present in my everyday life…out on the farm…and on the Ponderosa. 

As the train came closer, Mr. FixIt pulled the curtain back in our room and….there it went. Slowly rolling past the parking lot outside our window in Downtown Tampa. I love that sound. It takes me home.

When is adulting easy? When we are too young to understand the full scope of the responsibilities we are juggling…or, when we’ve had enough hard experiences that our vision is a little more acute? I guess adulting is what we make of it. If we don’t win, we learn….and that’s really winning in the long run, isn’t it.

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“Love should always make us tell the truth. Then we will grow in every way and be more like Christ, the head of the body. Christ holds it together and makes all of its parts work perfectly, as it grows and becomes strong because of love.”

Ephesians 4:15-16 CEV