It. Has. Been. A. Day. (Tuesday, that is. So, yesterday by the time you read this. You guys, this is the closest I can get to time travel. I’ll take it.)
Anyhow, today/yesterday was a day not abiding the usual Tuesday routine. I started the day off as many of us here do by brewing a cup of coffee. We have a Coffee Ninja (Jeff bought me the fancy one for my birthday last year!), and once I had it set up for my morning cup, went to make a sandwich to bring to work as I was lunching at the office while the morning’s breakfast of Eggos was toasting merrily away. I could hear the Coffee Ninja reaching the end of the brewing cycle along with another sound. A dripping sound. It was a dripping sound that caused our cat to vacate his spot by my feet (he’s hoping, usually not in vain, for more tuna), which caused me to abandon my sandwich making. It was the dripping sound a coffee maker makes when there is not a receptacle for brewed coffee in the appropriate spot. So I spent the next 10 minutes or so mopping up my morning cup of coffee from the various flat surfaces it had no choice but to go to. It threw off my morning routine, and I don’t always deal with such things well. This time, though, I was much less frazzled.
Normally I come home for lunch, but this day I was lunching at the office as I was leaving work early to attend a memorial service in the afternoon for a member of my church. He was 92 years old, and as we learned at the service where stories were shared from those who knew him best, there was more heartbreak coupled with an amazing, solid hope to this man’s life than many of my fellow congregants knew (myself included). It was a bit awe-inspiring, to be honest, though the man himself was not one to talk about it much.
Then Jeff and I grabbed a quick bite to eat at our favourite local restaurant before I headed into town for groceries while Jeff took care of a few things at home. And as I type this, I realize my day was not A Day in the negative sense of the word. Well, aside from my coffee-making gaffe. No, it was A Day in that it was full of things it’s not typically for a Tuesday. It’s not every day we learn about the quiet heroes who have walked among us. It’s not every day we share in heartbreaking struggles in unexpected snippets of conversations and stories. It’s not every day we are privy to more colour, to more of the shades and shadows of this world and of the lives of those around us. I suppose it would become ‘every day’ if such was life all the time. What then would become the extra-ordinary?
But yes, it was A Day – I am thankful to have had it.
Before I sign off, the below song from The Avett Brothers has a particular poignancy in light of remembering a life lived fully and well. When you have a chance, I hope you give it a listen.