I'M A LUCKY GUY

There are some days when I have to be reminded that I am a very lucky guy. This one didn't start off all that bad. 

The weather report called for a perfect day. Few clouds, low humidity, and temps in the high 70's. It was nice enough that laundry was on the "must-do" list. Not only does it get the dirty clothes clean, it enables Mom to help in a way she still can. She hangs all the wet clothes out on the line. She doesn't do it as fast or as good as she used to, but she still can. I know it makes her feel better when she can genuinely pitch in. 

While she stayed busy after I made her breakfast, I did some Ubering. Mondays have not been a busy one lately but this was a good one. We reached our goal for the day before 3, but Mom felt a little left out. 

After I made her dinner I asked if she wanted to go for a ride. She got a big ole smile on her face and said "Let's Go!" It was then that the reminder kicked in. 

Although by all indications it was a good Monday, I WASN'T having one. Despite (or BECAUSE OF) the cool riders I had, my mind wanted to drift to the Blues. I've been bothered by the smallest things lately. Today was even worse. Contrary to popular belief, this lifestyle I'm leading is NOT my first choice. I make the best of it most days, but the past few have been rough. 

I couldn't put my finger on just one thing, but when the mood strikes, it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not. It makes a challenge of smiling through it. I had hoped for a few good things but it seemed none had come through. As I was feeling sorry for myself, the grouch in me wanted to take over. I can usually recognize this and do something about it, but not on this day. 

It was about that time when I saw Mom's extra-big smile because of the coming drive. All the "woe is me" melted away and a smile came to my own face as I knew what had just happened. The selfishness and foolishness that occupied my mind had been beaten down by a simple show of happiness on my Mother's face. 

We drove around the countryside and stopped for pictures in many places. We saw enough cows and horses to make her happy, then she tolerated my constant search for a good spot to pull over. What a fun way to spend an evening! 

Not everyone is able have a Mom around to do that for them.  Although she is not the same "Helga" that raised me, her joyous soul helps me to not fall in to the dark pit of despair. 

How did I ever deserve to be so lucky....