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 |  Come sit with me on the porch. We'll sip lemonade and talk. . . |
| There was a wonderful TV commercial back in the 70s, I guess. I think it may have been advertising children's aspirin or something. It showed mom caring for the young boy with a temperature. At the end, he's all smiles and headed out the door. I don't remember any other lines, but those last ones, delivered by an adorable little boy, are still etched in my memory: mothers are like that; yeah, they are. I thought about those words at the end of this long, tiring day. "Some days are like that; yeah, they are." I overslept for no other reason than I didn't get up the first time my alarm went off, and it chose to not alarm again when I hit the snooze button. I hate having to call my supervisor and tell him I overslept. Why couldn't I have had a flat tire or have been held up by a train, which often happens in my small town? I grabbed a Pop Tart and rushed to the office without a lunch. I was bombarded with phone calls the minute I walked into my office. I swear the clerk has a camera in the parking lot. I had no let-up until I left at 2:50 for a doctor's appointment. As I traveled to the doctor's office, a good half hour away, I started thinking about something that's been weighing heavily on my mind and decided, of all things, to call a WDC friend. I don't do that very often, for some reason. I couldn't begin to tell you how many WDC friends I have. A number of them are close enough that we exchange phone numbers "just in case" we need to contact each other in a hurry. This time it was purely for support. This friend was glad to stop what he was doing and give me some guidance and encouragement about my burden. That really helped me through the rest of the day. It was a hard day even after I left work. I had twice the errands to run because my husband is out of town, but it is always a good day when you have friends who are there for you. WDC friends are real friends. They are not cyber friends or Internet friends. They are real to me, and I'm grateful for them. It's warm on the porch tonight. The Southern nights are often warm this time of year. It's quiet and the crickets are chirping. Of course, these are only my imaginings since I no longer have a house with a porch swing. But I can remember, and memories are something we should all treasure. |
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