We’ve had a busy week, but that’s pretty normal at the Horton house. All my blood work came back normal from my annual physical – except for a little cholesterol elevation (no meds prescribed, just a supplement) – and I have a neck MRI scheduled Tuesday to see if they can figure out what’s been causing years of chronic neck pain (something I’ve put off as long as I can). Volunteer work continues to be a high point in my week’s activities – especially at the Humane Society. This week they gave me a list of almost 20 stray cats to be photographed – recently brought in and not even ready for adoption yet (still in the “being held to see if they are claimed” cattery). Each has to be photographed though – for computer records and eventually website and newspaper “mug” shots.
The annual 72-Mile Yard Sale that runs along scenic A1A (the beach highway) was this weekend. Ted and I and three other couples set up on the grass by the highway in front of our subdivision. We enjoyed a great day of getting rid of stuff that had been clogging closets and cabinets ever since moving down here. Very successful for everyone involved!
Personal Note: It was after 10 o’clock Friday night when I turned on my phone and saw a text from Jill about the Paris attacks. We’d been busy all afternoon and evening getting ready for the yard sale, and the TV hadn’t been on all day or night. I immediately thought of Steve and Orietta, friends of ours from Mackinac who were spending a month in Paris after walking the Camino de Santiago, a 500-mile pilgrimage to the shrine of the apostle St. James in northwestern Spain. Thank goodness, my fright was instantly taken away when I read Jill’s next words: “Steve and Orietta are all right, but they can hear sirens from where they are.”
Over the next few hours we also learned three other Michigan friends were in Paris, and they were also ok. Those three were hunkered down in their hotel rooms, wondering if they’d be allowed to catch their flight out the next day (they did). Steve and Orietta remain there, although they may decide to come home earlier than their planned Dec. 1 flight.
Even though our weekend has been full – yard sale on Saturday, dinner out with friends Saturday night, Sunday activities – the events in Paris have been a constant on my mind. It hurts my heart to think how much hatred is in the world and how much violence is being used to show that hatred.
Alan Paton, who wrote Cry, the Beloved Country said, “There is only one way in which one can endure man’s inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one’s own life, to exemplify man’s humanity to man.”
Let’s all challenge each other this week to treat others as we would like to be treated. If everyone chose to follow this one simple rule, we would almost certainly live in a much different world.