"Coconut Oil Seems To Do Everything. It's The James Franco Of Oils."-Lena Dunham

     I love funny people, and this line from Miss Lena won the prize this week. It has nothing to do with this blog, which I have decided this is a pattern for me. Somehow I will try to weave it into the story, but as of this second, I don't see that going down easy.
    All this week, with Fall breathing down my back, I have had a hard time, finding the joy. Not totally, but there has been a breeze of darkness hovering. So I have to work extra hard, or fall head first into gloom, and that is just not going to happen. To manage grief, is a full time job, summer lightens my load. Many things trigger grief in abundance, but as a rule, each day is a pleasure.
   Yesterday, I went to get some glasses fixed, and the lady said, " You did a number on these!" Oh no, she has to be kind. Me, " Well I fell at the art center, where I take classes, and I have cataracts!" She settled down, a little. My cataracts are babies, and  don't effect my sight yet, but she needed to be sweet! So I had a lovely time with her, trying on frames, that I did not need, but may in the future. She wrote down all the ones I liked, so I would not have to look so hard for them again, next time! ( Oh I did fall and break my toe, that was why my glasses were haywire) I left the place, feeling better and she felt better for being kind. Yes I did have to guide her, but its my job. People can take you down, or you bring them up, I am on the up escalator, so they better hop on.
   I felt so much better, that I stopped by the frame people, with some of my art. I walk in and this man, comes after me, to help me. He was near running, and said, " Can I help you?" Stepping back, I replied, " Not at this second." and he turned around. I thought that my tone, may have been a little sharp, so when I needed help, I went to him. I said, " Can you help me now, I'm ready?" He smiled and said, " I will try." He was wonderful, we had a great time talking about art, and my ideas for the frame and mat. I explained how he was way off in his choices, and he agreed with me. I had to help him, for the next person! I had a lovely time, and went on my way home.
  This may not sound like much to shout about, but it changed my morning, and I could make my afternoon work. Coconut oil can not fix all things, maybe James Franco can! but I would be willing to try both, you have to work hard at this loving life stuff. Add loss of a child, and it is an hour by hour job. Lucky for me, so much makes me happy.
   This morning , before my eyes were fully opened, I told Bill, " Ward was in my dream last night,"
Bill said, " That is great, how old was he?" Filling my coffee cup, " He was young, maybe 8, and he spoke to me." ( He has never talked in a dream, and he is usually older in my dreams) Dr. B. said, " That's funny,"
Me, " No its not funny, its wonderful. I asked if I could touch him, and he said yes. Then he laid beside me in my bed." This was a miracle, and nothing but joy in its purest form. So today, I have a full heart. Emma is headed to Auburn, Hart hopefully will help Bill take the cat to the vet tomorrow, and I will be at a sleepover with my girlfriends. We need to send Joan Rivers off with a tip of our hats, catch up, we were busy all summer, and just laugh. Laugh long and hard, and love on each other.
   I live a life of wonder, beauty and peace. AND if you are reading this, I pass this on. Celebrate something, or at least buy some Coconut oil, I hear it fixes everything, or call James! tell him Lena Dunham sent you.