LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO PEEL A TOMATO
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The house is quiet and all I can hear are the geese and the ducks outside behind the house on the lake. Even the dogs are sleeping this bright and sunny Sunday.
Mid morning and I have already done all the things I needed to do today.
He's gone, off to work once again. I can only compare his schedule to that of a doctor's, for there are no certainties. Even though he is on a schedule, it can be rotated or adjusted at an instant. When they need him, they call him, as well as the other men and women skilled in what they do.
So I'm alone. The children are doing their own thing, off on their own adventures, or even working at their chosen professions.
Clicking on the computer, I see an email from him, wishing me good morning and asking about my day.
I miss you. Write something he says. You haven't written in a long time. Get out of the kitchen.
I've always liked to cook, and I've been cooking alot the last year. It has become painfully obvious to the both of us. I religiously watched the Food Network and duplicated every recipe I saw, even to the chore of peeling tomatoes. The result is now we are both dieting and working out at the gym so as to look fit and healthy on our wedding day.
I want to have at least 50 years with you, he said to me one day after church. We had celebrated the 64th wedding anniversary of a couple who were life long members.
You just want to make sure there's some one here to do the laundry I laughed and he held me close.
Looking out the window and feeling my heart fill once again with the love and contentment I have found here with him, I remembered the vow that I made to myself when I first began writing as a serious sideline to a stalled career in ministry.
I will write everyday, everyday. Even if it's about nothing.
Sadly, I had fallen short of that promise to myself. I had written enough to produce two books, but there was still alot I wanted to say.
But the best thing about life is that at the end of the day, you have another chance to do it all over again tomorrow.
Maybe differently, maybe exactly just the same. It's your call.
Before I made my way to the office where I write, I looked in on the sleeping dogs, still strewn across the bed like the baby brothers they are. I smiled to spy the cat equally asleep on the chair beside them. As I sat down in front of the computer, I vowed once again that I would heed the call that has always been in my heart.
To be aware of all that is going on around me, to capture it and to write about it.
Looking at the blank page, I began a new story.
Life is too short to peel a tomato.............
