It’s nearly 11:30 p.m., and I finally get to sit down for an appreciable amount of time that doesn’t involve crafting soap or eating a meal. It’s been a very full, busy day. I rolled over this morning, well rested, saw the sun, and thought, Woohoo! Feeling great! It’s 7:30ish, and I can grab my shower, eat breakfast, and run to the winery early, then have hours to work. Then I looked at my phone, which told me it was almost 9. So much for that idea. I threw down a mere 3 batches of soap today, but in my defense, I also delivered soaps, filed my 4th quarter sales taxes, and had other attention-grabbers.
Today my family and I went to a service celebrating the life of our neighbor and friend, John. While there, I learned that another neighbor died this week. After we got home, I checked Facebook while I wanted for oils to melt and discovered that a friend had had her baby this afternoon. “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven… A time to be born, and a time to die.”
I told Sheila, John’s widow, that we were going to look out for her. She’s perfectly able-bodied, only in her 70s. She and I serve on our HOA Executive Board together, and we have a meeting Tuesday. Sheila told me she’s feeling overwhelmed and ready to get back to… I knew what she couldn’t say. It won’t be normal, because her life won’t be what she thought of as normal ever again. She’ll find a new normal, though. The family members will go back home, the children and grandchildren will go back to work and families. The girls will deliver hugs and we’ll take food over, mindfully caring for her through this first year and beyond. John liked Tootsie Rolls; I wonder if I should add 23 February (the birthday of Tootsie Rolls) to the bereavement care calendar? “To everything there is a season… A time to mourn, and a time to dance.”
I received an order for 300 bars of soap and 200 lip balms this week. I was only prepared for 150 bars of soap, and that’s on top of another order I’ve been putting together. I sat down with the girls while a batch of soap was going and watched Bambi. Even as a Disney girl, it’s not my favorite movie, but even with the sadness of the mother getting shot, I can still laugh at the whole twitterpated scene. (I can’t help but wonder if my girls have yet made the connection between the role of Man in Bambi and the venison they like so much.)
“To everything there is a season… A time to cry, and a time to laugh.”
And now it’s nearly bedtime, thank God. Literally, I thank God that it’s close to that time when I can get horizontal and snuggle down under the warm covers. I worked. A lot. And there is more work ahead of me. My wicked fantasy for tomorrow includes two 11-pound batches of soap along with chauffeuring the eldest child to youth activities and enjoying the Superbowl with my family. I’ll have three hours between church and chauffeur responsibilities. “There is nothing better for a person than they enjoy their work, for that is their lot.”
And now comes a time for rest, a time for sleep, a time to find peace in sweet dreams and deep slumber.