A ” Forty Winks” Friday

Dear Reader:

Aren’t we all guilty sometimes of pushing ourselves to the point of complete exhaustion… without even being consciously aware of doing so… since each separate situation leading up the final ” flop” were all doable and even fun or rewarding?

Yesterday was my ” Friday Flop” day. I woke up and made myself go water the side garden but stopped short from watering the back garden. Enough. I would pray for an overdue afternoon thundershower. A friend called and I leapt at the chance to eat breakfast out… great way to start the day.

I had not gotten the mail the day before and when I did… I got the biggest laugh of the day! A friend I used to teach with sent me a postcard with her family gathering at a beach house they rented for a week each year. It was an adorable picture… with adults, kids of all ages down to babies waving for the camera. There were a mixture of smiles and , of course, your one or two pouty kids glaring back at the camera. Typical family vacation picture.

I texted my friend to let her know … I had gotten the precious postcard. A few minutes later my phone rang-it was my friend. Her voice was muffled -like she was in a closet or something-I commented how cute the photo was of her waving… she replied ( still whispering) …

” Do you remember that saying… ” Fake it until you make it?…Well, darling, I wasn’t waving… but drowning.”

I cracked up laughing as she told me she was counting the hours and minutes until departure day… too much ” fun” for her and hubby who kept mysteriously disappearing to pick up more groceries but usually came home with little or nothing -the great escape.

She concluded there should be a time limit on family gatherings-three days tops… for the first few days nearly everyone is sporting their best behavior but then the smiles and laughter recede in direct correlation with an increase of tears and whining… accompanied by screaming matches.

I hung up saying that all I could think of was this one line of encouragement -” Godspeed.” 😉

Yesterday was my ” sacred idleness” day. George Macdonald once wrote: “Work is not always required… there is such a thing as sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.”

It was quite simply an abundant day of bliss. I had given myself a restorative gift. Like grace, this blessing came out of the blue. Conversing with friends, reading, and enjoying Mexican spaghetti that Susan delivered… Scrumptious… sparing me a grocery store run. Perfect ending to yesterday! Thank you Susan!

So until tomorrow… some days we need to stop… and just live and love.💗

Cool Surfer Dude Cousins Finish Surfing Camp

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

Thunder is rolling and hopefully we will get some showers from it since I didn’t water. 🤞

… and now for those ” 40 Winks.”

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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