"Grrrr, Grapefruit!" that is how I taught the two little neighbor boys, who come to my house for English lessons, the word grapefruit. I am not sure they know it is a fruit. Since I growled, "Grr" a long time before saying grapefruit. At least they are pronouncing the G.R. sound perfectly.
You see while given an English lesson this morning, the contractor called to say he had to delay our Paris apartment project again! Since March he has been delaying the project.
He added, "We will start work mid July."
Compared to most problems in the world, a delayed project is nothing to get flustered about. It doesn't even compare to our friend who struggles with his illness every moment of the day..
It is easier to express frustration over something less complicated, than expressing the depth of frustration and sadness regarding our friend's illness. It is easier to get upset about nothing than tackle the issue at hand. That is not to say we aren't aware, or dealing with the sadness of our friend. We are. But that doesn't make it go away or easier to hold.
We are holding on, holding our friend, holding each other… and this hiccup, this phone call stating yet another delay to our planned Paris project, can be seen as an avenue to release a little tension.
We should see it as a good thing.
We really should.
So instead of blowing a gasket (As my Father would say.) I growled, "Grr grapefruit!"
And the little boys giggled, then repeated, "Grr grapefruit!"
Mood board.
Daily report card.
To Do List.
Perspective.
Check.
Grumble Grr, and get on with it.
Each thing in its place.
Prayer for balance and grace.
Look into the eyes of the one I love.
And give generously what I have.
Squeeze the grapefruit, add vodka.
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