Tuesday, August 27, 2013
California Is on Fire
Our house is the last house at the end of a two lane road....with only one way in or out. A couple days a week little one is home alone for an hour after school, and I started thinking about if there was an evacuation. In our area they have a recorded call service that goes out to all residents. I thought about what she would do. Our neighbors are all spread out. I told her I would teach her how to drive our old Subaru that we keep as a back up car and in case of an emergency she could leave. She was thrilled with that idea! She started planning immediately....she would pack up the three dogs into the car, "the cats will have to run away because I can't have the dogs AND the cats in the car all at once and there probably won't be time to go back and make two trips." I told her SHE was the first priority...if she had to, open the gate and let the dogs run free too. We talked about the back way out which is a dirt road with a break away chain across it and to use that if she needed to, to drive through the chain, don't stop. Oh the thrill! So we have our emergency plan in place. A small bag packed wouldn't be a bad idea either.
Oh For the Love of Me I am trying the Whole 30 eating plan for 30 days. Yesterday was my first day and after talking with Sherry we decided that I could keep cream in my coffee if that made this doable for me....even though the plan contains NO dairy. The good news is that Molly and I went out for her non-drinking (cuz I'm crazy like that) birthday dinner at Olive Garden. I was nervous... I could smell all of that garlic and butter, and bread sticks, and then we debated about ordering an appetizer that was cheesy fondue to dip your bread into....I wouldn't have been able to handle that, so we didn't get it. Not one bread stick passed my lips, I had a mixed grill of skewered chicken and steak and vegetables in a rosemary glaze sauce. It was really good....and probably the only thing I really did wrong was portion control. One each of the steak and the chicken would have been fine.....but noooo. I had to eat all 4....2 of each! The plate to the left is my breakfast...a 2 egg omelet filled with spinach, mushroom, avocado and a sprinkle of fat free feta cheese. Yes the FF feta is a cheat...but barely!
As to my meltdown....turns out it WAS a hormonal surge! Hmph, whadd'ya know?! It did reveal to me though that I do still have work to do on MY baggage. I started reading From Survival to Recovery and my daily reader Hope for Today....both are Alanon literature thats focus is the adult child of alcoholics.
Molly and I had a wonderful dinner together. We talked about it all, I owned my part, she owned her's, she acknowledged how heavy mine must feel to me....I love that girl. She then told me a story about a homeless man who used to come into the restaurant that she works in. He would order coffee with a TON of french vanilla creamer. She said she had given him a ride in one rainy day on her way to work and he was nice, coherent, and appreciative. (I chose not to address the issue of giving strangers rides right then. We are still fragile after my last fear driven upset.) Anyway, she and her boyfriend walked down to the corner store the other night near their house and noticed a "crazy" man out side raving and ranting. It ended up being her homeless friend and she said she now knew why he hadn't been in for so long....he had totally lost it. He asked for some money as she went by and she asked if she could get him a coffee. He said, "yes." She offered, "with French Vanilla, right?" He looked at her, and as she walked into the store, he remembered and yelled out...."Hey! I know you!" She brought him back a large coffee with a small cup filled with french vanilla creamer....and he held her hand and told her how much he appreciated it, how nice she had always been to him, how good it was to see her.
I love that story. Even if it hadn't been my daughter who showed him some kindness, I love that he felt seen. I love that she knew that little fact about him, what kind of creamer he likes, I love that those small acts of kindness broke through his delusion and let them connect. She told me it was a powerful experience for her. The thought of her standing there holding his filthy hand makes me tear up.
"And the King will say, 'I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!' Matthew 25:40
Ok All.....I'm on my way back to sanity. Truly, this has been an exhausting week though. My emotions, my head is aching, changing my eating habits, work work work and thick smoke everywhere!
Bless you all for being so sweet to me in your comments.