I had the greatest week this week; as one reader wrote, it was a kind of rebirth for me: so much love, so much good, so much meaning, and happiness.
I don’t really know where to start, so I’ll start with the photo of Tina, the Miller’s dog, who is thriving on the Purina Pro Premium dog food I got for her. Moise and the children are pleased with how much good this food has already done for her.
She’s grateful too, I think, yesterday. She came running over and showed me her belly, the dog’s way of saying, “I love you.” I love her also, we speak the same languate.
It was an extraordinary week at the Mansion. I got to meet a lot of new residents, and I’m allowed in.
They all needed something from clothes to shoes to a TV to games, knitting and embroidering and stuffed animals and fly fishing kits and sneakers and razors, blades and body wash, and disinfectant lotions—also meditation beads.
We funded the Bishop Maginn High School graduation banquet; the school had no money for it. Zinnia is the Prom Queen. These refugee graduates lost so much of their senior year; at least they’ll have this remembrance and celebration. Graduating high school is a big deal for them; every single refugee student is going to college.
I am so lucky to be associated with this wonderful school and the teachers who make it work.
Thanks to the Army of Good, everyone has or will get what they needed. Over the weekend, a dozen Wal-Mart gift cards arrived; more are coming. They’ll all be sent out by tomorrow night.
We brought our chicks to the Mansion, and the residents loved them and loved them.
Maria sold another beautiful quilt – four people wanted to buy it before she finished it. She sold a bunch of potholders also. She is red hot.
Our chicks hop into our hands and eat out of them. We’re getting a rooster next week.
My Mansion meditation workshop and storytelling hours have resumed, and I really missed them.
I dropped my long and futile effort to get an animal talk show going. Maria and I are going to crank up our podcasts instead.
I decided to buy my car, which was leased a year and a half ago. I think it’s a wise decision.
Moise and I cemented our friendship. I drove him to the bus station twice, and we went online for a rousing and successful search to buy pie and donat boxes. We got free shipping, a great price, and overnight delivery.
We got Pan Young an Ipad and digital camera to take to college; she was thrilled, and so was I.
I bought seven hanging plans for the Mansion porch; I’ll bring them home Mother’s day weekend. This coming week, I’m going to the Bronx Zoo to re-acquaint myself with my precious granddaughter Robin and my daughter Emma.
I love writing about my Amish neighbors, this is a fascinating culture, and I want to do justice. Maria calls them my “other family.” There is some truth to it.
Every day of this week felt promising, hopeful, nourishing, and energizing. I think my reader is right. I am having a rebirth.