I wonder if the swallows made it back to Capistrano again this year? Today is the day they always come back. My Mother and I drove down to Capistrano March 19, 1973 to see the legendary spectacle. Ho hum. What a disappoinment. I expected to see a cloud of swallows coming in from the coast or over the hills or whatever. There were a bunch of birds there. Very few swallows, but they were there or so the media said. The TV vans were there. We also visited the ruins of the Mission de San Juan Capistrano. It had been destroyed by a 7.? earthquake in the 18th century. Had not even thought of this until I typed in the date on the above quote.
Today is a much better day. Nothing special, and not temper tantrum. Just another day of trudging as I just stayed in the NOW. No demands; No impatience; just the NOW. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, no projecting, no regrets, just the NOW. And after a day like yesterday, I can really appreciate the NOW. Scott W. left me a message not to leave 5 minutes before the miracle. Honey, I am the miracle. I am the miracle because I have not put alcohol into this body since 1992. More miracles were that comments were left on my post. I love to read those. And I love to read the comments that other people leave at the other blogs I visit. I always leave a note at the blogs I visit if the post is current, otherwise there is a comment on the last one posted. But best of alll, I got to REJECT 3 Comments from the devil from down under.(I do not visit that BLOG) COMMENT MODERATION IS WONDERFUL. And it can be used in the NOW.
Today I am grateful for:
My higher power, God.
Dolly, my dog.
Pam offering to feed me cake for 30 minutes, chat, listen to me, and not charge.
Comment Moderation (Micky Micky bo icky, banana bana foe wicky, fee fi foe sicky, Micky)
Boston's gratitude list.
My blogger friends.
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.