Living Well
My rush-around morning yesterday, fueled by woefully mediocre coffee, only slowed when I visited the nursing home. Grandpa’s spent his life using his hands — fixing engines, assembling parts, crafting woodwork. As I sat with him during physical therapy, he put colorful pegs in a foam board and then removed them, one at a time, and handed them to me. But he wasn’t bitter about starting over; he did it with humor and grace. I carried that warm feeling with me throughout the day, stopping at what I call the “fancy” grocery store to splurge on good coffee before I began my afternoon/evening shift. Cup no. 3 (it’s that good!) this morning was too hot to photograph without steaming up the lens. Another reminder that there’s a difference between living and living well.
“The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.” -Oliver Wendell Holmes
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