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Year Three, Day 254: I am the Female Don Quixote!





Today was a much better day. I felt the shift immediately this morning. Like a large weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  

We are trying something different with Baby Gracie duty.  Instead of spending the night in their small trailer, I woke up early this morning and took the Max to Cascade Station, had a leisurely Vanilla Blonde Soy Latte and a gluten free breakfast sandwich.

Then I opened  my Lyft app and order a ride over the bridge. As usual, had a very friendly driver.

Pleasantness all around this morning! I spent about 2.5 hours with Baby Gracie, so my daughter could get some work done. Gracie was in a very chipper mood.  We read a book, did some stretching, and tummy time to help her strenghen her neck. She finally got a bit fussy and let me rock her to sleep!




After my visit, my daughter, Baby Gracie and my son-in-law drove me back to Cascade Station, so I could get off to work. I decided it was a two Starbucks day, so I grabbed an Earl Gray tea and hopped on the Max. It was most deserted. I had the whole back end to myself!

I felt very peaceful, sipping my tea and gazing out the window.  Smiling at the memory of my granddaughter's head on my shoulder.





I had more energy today. I felt content and happy. I smiled at everyone I met!

Amazing, my family member in crisis called while I was rocking Gracie. He sounded in good spirits.  He talked to me a bit, and then my daughter. She does much better with him. She does not lecture, or scold. And there is not a anxious tone to be found in her speech.

I realized I have been trying to help him for most of his life.  And he has rarely taken a word of advice from me. Perhaps just being there and lots of prayer would be more effective.

Letting go and letting God take care of him seems in order.

I sighed and sipped my tea, thinking about him and my life.  The Max pulled into the Hollywood Transit Center and I eased my backpack on my back, grabbed my umbrella, and hiked up to the bus stop.  As I approached, I noticed a woman about my age. She was smiling at me.

"Quite a get up you have there!" she said.

I explained to her that my son-in-law bought me a new pack for my birthday.  It was easier on my back and I was ready for any situation on my daily commute - I waved my gloves and umbrella at her.

We both chuckled.



But deep inside, I was experienced a surge of pride.  I was prepared for just about any situation. I had on sturdy boots, warm, wool socks, leggings under my jeans, a tee shirt, a sweater, and a big jacket.  Nice, warm mittens that converted to fingerless gloves, an umbrella, a little fanny pack to hold my "Hop" transit card and my Starbucks cup,  and a backpack filled with music, reading material, trailmix and cough drops.

I thought again of my family member in crisis. He is 25 years old.  Does not seem to think about the future, or even immediate consequences of his actions. But did I at his age?  Not so much. I did not get into as much trouble, but I was always running late, never carried an umbrella, mittens or trail mix!

Maybe I should cut him some slack. After all, I have just recently started to master this thing called adulting.

It is funny how people are using that word as a verb these days.

Anyway, my day was lovely. And at my last students house this evening, the mom mentioned that I looked like I was ready to go hiking in the mountings.  I laughed and told her I was taking my commuting seriously these days.  But the mountains were imaginary.  I had my own little adventures each day, kind of like...and then I had a major brain cramp.

"You know, the older man in literature, who had imaginary adventures? He thought he was a knight?"

The mom looked at me and nodded, but she couldn't remember his name either.

"It will come to me", I sighed.

"Text it to me!" she laughed.

So off I marched into the night. And at the bus stop, I took out my phone and googled "Older man in literature who thought he was a knight"

And up came DON QUIXOTE!

I immediately texted the mom.  She said, "Yes!" What a relief.

So now, I need to reserve a copy of this classic at the library.

After all, I am the female Don Quixote!

On that note, I'm going to retire to my chambers.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Love,

Zita

P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 215. I do not know why it came out sideways!








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