Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one. ~ E.B. White

This morning was cool for the first time in several days so the grandboys and I decided it'd be a good day for a bus ride and walk. I'd given them some of those cheap disposable cameras to take pictures a while back and I've been meaning to get them in to Walgreen's to get the film developed. I am notoriously bad about doing stuff like that, so those cameras have been battered and banged about and chucked in to the bottom of the toy bins more than once. In fact, we had to empty out one of the bins this morning to find one of the cameras. Once we got them collected we took off to walk the two blocks to the bus stop where we'd catch the first bus on our trip.



Coopy loves to hold the bus tickets as we walk along and as we wait for a bus to come. He's quite reliable. He considers himself quite the big boy being given this responsibility and takes it quite seriously. He has never lost or dropped one yet. So when the bus pulled up I lifted him on to the step as Dylan stepped on too and started to get on myself when Cooper looked at me with a stricken look on his face and said, "Ahma! Ticket!" and pointed back out behind me. I turned around and sure enough...the ticket sat in the middle of the sidewalk. So I asked the driver to hold on a sec while I went to retrieve it. I stepped down. And the next thing I know, I'm on the ground. Right on my rear end! In the middle of the sidewalk. But I swooped up the ticket, hopped on the bus, and deposited it in the kiosk. The driver, a woman around my age, was so concerned. "Are you sure you're ok?" I laughed and said yes, I was just fine. The only thing bruised was my dignity. She reassured me, "Honey, no one saw you except me anyway." And I looked back in the bus and all there were for passengers was an older man nodding off in his seat and a teenager with ear plugs hunched over texting away. I sat down with the boys and she and I began to chuckle. "Oh, the things you get to see during the working day, huh? At least when I sat on my seat I was well-padded!" I said. That got us both to giggling and she said, "Honey, you just went down so smooth!"


When I go in for crash-landings that's how I like to do it....smooooooooooooth!


I blame it on my progressive lenses. That's the third time I've misstepped. My depth perception is very tricky with them.


Anyway...we did our walking and our bus transferring and made it to Walgreen's and back and bought a pizza for lunch. The boys took a good nap. I read several pages of a book my bloggy friend Pam had written about on her blog. Dylan woke up first and we went out back to check on the garden. My neighbor Sharon called over the fence and asked us to come over...she wanted to show something to me. She and her husband just had new grass planted in their back yard and they're leaving on Friday to go to Yakima to visit her sick aunt so she showed me the grass and asked if I'd be kind enough to water it on Saturday for them. Not a problem.


Dylan and I went back home and as I was getting some juice for the boys he came in to the kitchen and asked, "Gram, why is Sharon going to Yakima?" And I told him about her aunt who's very sick. He wandered off and then came back to me a few minutes later. "Gram," he said, "Can we pray to Jesus right now and ask Him to make Sharon's aunt all better?"


Oh, that touched my heart! And when I told Sharon about it later, needless to say it touched hers, too.


So of course I said yes, and he hugged me as we prayed together.


A little child shall lead them.

4 comments:

Rob-bear said...

Sorry to hear of your "miss-adventure." Hope you're doing fine.

I never cease to be amazed by Dylan's sensitivity.

2 Moms of a Feather...Stick Together said...

Thanks for sharing...
I gave up my progressive glasses because I misjudged several steps while going down my stairs...ended up with a very sprained ankle(this was about 2 years ago). Now I am always looking for my glasses(which I only need for distance vision)
I can soo fully relate!
Take care,
Nancy
aka Mommy 2

Betty said...

How sweet Dylan is! I´m sure this made you really proud. He seems like such a compassionate little guy.
I´m glad you didn´t hurt yourself when you fell. It is too easily done at this age!

Pam said...

I am considering getting progressive glasses, but I've heard about people having trouble adjusting. ARGH! Not sure what to do. Glad you weren't hurt, though and could laugh about it.

Dylan is so sweet and compassionate. You must be so proud of him.

And thank you for the shout out. Hope you are still enjoying the book!