Humble

To begin,

I wrote a post last night that I thought to pull down immediately after I hit publish. It’s not like me to complain, or to write while in an angry mood. But none of our lives are all sweetness and light all the time, and mine isn’t either. I changed my mind about an hour after pressing the publish button, and went back online to pull my post before I went to bed. It already had several comments of support and caring and it was then that I decided to leave it up.

When I came home this afternoon and actually began to read the comments, I was shocked. I still haven’t been able to get to all of them but I want to thank you now. Life isn’t that bad, you know. And I don’t mean to whine. There were people we saw at the hospital today that have it thousands of times worse than my husband does. Yes, he’s disabled but he can walk and talk and care for himself and a number of other things. He’s not in a wheelchair. It’s his brain – his memory, in particular, that’s disabled.

We got a good report today, so we splurged on dinner at the Olive Garden. That’s about as fancy as it gets around here, and when I say AT the Olive Garden, I actually mean FROM the Olive Garden. My husband doesn’t go out to eat.

We chose the $12.95 Italian Meal Deal. You get your choice of soup or salad, an entrée, and one of five Piccoli Dolci (little dessert treats).

 

This is my Dark Chocolate Caramel Cream Dolci.

 

There are approximately six little teaspoons of heaven in this cup.

I apologize for this flagrant display of deliciousness.

But hey – it made me happy.

Happier, anyway.

 

 

I finished reading The Book Thief after we got home today.

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QUICK REVIEW ON THE BOOK THIEF by Markus Zusak

I found The Book Thief to be a unique book, with a rather unusual narrator: Death.

Death is a hard-working entity, who travels far and wide delivering souls to their maker. Death isn’t the killer – people die because of any number of things – but it’s Death who you meet in that exact moment in time when your soul departs this earth. Death does not understand humans, but at the same time, shows compassion for them. It is the children’s souls that he carries the most gently, the most tenderly. And it is the good souls who are the ones who sit up and say, ‘here I am. I don’t want to go, but if go I must, well I’m ready’. At times, Death comes across the most interesting human stories, most of which can be found in the unluckiest and unlikeliest places. One of the best of these stories was that of The Book Thief, a young girl who lived in Germany during WWII.

The narrator lets us know in advance that some people in the story will die soon, but it’s the descriptions of what he sees, and the sheer tenacity of the human race that totally captivated me. I really enjoyed this book. It is sad but I feel better for having read it.

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Have a beautiful week. Thanks for coming by today.