People watching (in a non-creepy sort of way) furnishes me with an enormous amount of amusement. Take my neighbor for instance, whom I happen to think is one of the nicest people ever. She’s somewhere in between Aunt Polly from Tom Sawyer and Marilla Cuthbert from Ann of Green Gables. She’s as proper a southern lady as you’ll ever find. She’s the only person who I have ever seen in my entire life washing a car in a starched collared shirt, with every hair primly in place. Her house is unimaginably clean. The floor is probably cleaner than my dishes, and woe betide the speck of dust that finds its unlucky self on one of her shelves! Naturally, I break out in twitches when she wants my girls to come over and visit. She probably cleans for hours after we leave. She’s the one who gave me this birdcage. Actually, she asked me take it to the dump. But, she’s a very intuitive lady and graciously added that I might keep it if I liked. Which I did.
She just dotes on my girls. She says things like “oh just aren’t they darlin’!”, and “well I declare, they are just too sweet!”, and “dears” them, and “blesses their hearts”, and pets them until they pretty much think they are the most wonderful little girls that ever dropped down from Heaven. (Mostly I would agree with that, but only if you asked me after 8 p.m. bedtime.)
As I understand it, she’s seen her share of troubles, but there’s nothing sour, dour, or worn out about her! The other morning, the little girls and I walked over to “swap howdies”, as the saying goes. We found her on the front porch rocking comfortably in the energetic breeze of a large plugged in fan. She was wearing a silk dressing gown, drinking coffee out of a dainty tea cup, and eating cheetos out of a silver dish (cheetos were the breakfast of choice for the morning). As the little girls sang into the fan and giggled over how funny their voices sounded, we chatted and rocked. I thought to myself, why isn’t this just the nicest way to grow old!
I’d really rather be in the “cheetos for breakfast” class of people, than the “I’m just going to be a grump” class of people, wouldn’t you? There is always going to be aspects of life that we won’t find to our liking. We don’t really get to choose when or where the “rust” creeps into our lives, be it the form of money troubles, health troubles, sadness, or whatever. Either which way, we always, always have a choice of how much control we hand over to it. I can always choose to not be a product of my circumstances. Just because my life may have a little “rust” here and there…
…doesn’t mean I have to let the “rust” define me! My chance to shine isn’t over just because life happens. I believe I’ll put some cheetos on the menu for breakfast tomorrow, what about you? (Figuratively speaking of course, I’m more the coffee and cereal type of girl myself.)
P.S. I used Rustoleum metallic gold spray paint on this, and it has great coverage! The “JOY” sign is available in my shop HERE.
Psalms 9:1 I will praise thee, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works.