Long weekend or entirely too short, I hope you had a lovely weekend.
I ran errands and worked on projects, ate a hot dog and relished an ice cream cone; I spent time alone and out with friends–you know, the usual.
My mum and I did go out with our friends Theresa and Kristi. We were rained on–indoors. We also witnessed a wee kitten nearly ran over, in slow motion, while her poor mother looked on. I gasped, turned, and covered my eyes–in dramatic form, apparently, for the entire cafe soon gaped in my direction. But seriously, it was a close call–had it actually transpired, I would have been traumatized forever. So. It could not be helped.
Speaking of animal cruelty, I finally saw Water for Elephants. Loved it–of course, I’m a sucker for sweet pachyderms, period pieces, and a good love story. Sigh.
I also took a stroll through Eagle‘s Field of Honor …
Six-hundred flags representing our service men and women. Naturally, I wanted blue skies and sunshine. I wanted the perfect backdrop. But that’s not how life works, is it? When we celebrate Memorial Day, we’re not celebrating perfection–we’re celebrating sacrifice.
Of course, looking back I see the grey, overcast sky was its own bit of perfection. It added solemnity. Walking amidst a sea of red, white and blue, the only sound that could be heard was the crack of flags as they blew in the wind. Thanks to the rain, even the neighboring playground remained silent. It was the perfect place to offer a heart of gratitude–to remember the true meaning of the holiday.