Feeling the peace again

It’s been a while.  I think it takes its recurrence before you fully appreciate it.

Lea’s fine, and she’s mine and I’m hers for 12 years tomorrow.  Oliver’s asleep on my son’s bed instead of in a coyote’s tummy or smooshed under a Suburban.  I still have to talk to roofers, but that’s limited aggravation that will be forgotten in a month.  I got the grass cut between storms last night.  (By this time tomorrow night we’ll likely have received a foot of rain—in May.)

I have a close friend who is enthusiastically screwing up his life beyond belief, but I’m finally letting go of that too.  I do a lot of preaching to others about not being able to save someone from himself, and that’s been hellaciously tough for me to swallow in this case, but I think I’ve choked it down.  At this point I’m considering disaster certain, and just hoping and praying that something of the man I know is left on the other side of it.

So it was Chinese for dinner washed down with Harpoon IPA, and yeah, things are all right.  Might be some Blu-ray Sin City after the boys go to bed.  Looking forward to church in the morning after we missed last week during the acute phase of Lea’s recovery.  We’re going shopping for a swing tomorrow afternoon, which is what Lea wants for Mother’s Day.

I hope you’re having a good weekend.

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