Gosh, I haven’t been sick like this in years. I start to get better, then relapse. Nothing to do but wait it out. With that said, our friends, Janet and Lalo, arrived for a visit on Wednesday. I thought I was getting better, but when they arrived on Wednesday was about the time I was starting back downhill again.
I have a sneaking suspicion they are really angels, just posing as humans (a couple of posers). They just happened to be here visiting last year when my mom and I were going through so much, just about the worst time of it. They helped so much at that time, both so supportive. Hmmm, seems a little coincidental.
When they arrived yesterday, they assessed the situation here and each in their own way, went into help mode. In two days time, I can’t even count the foods they’ve made, the concoctions created to help me heal. They’ve cleaned and worked in the yard. (I’ve started discussions with them about moving in.)
Seriously, friends are God sent, for sure. Janet and Lalo both love to cook, and I’d be hard pressed to say which one is a better chef. They rival each other. Yesterday we had home-made chicken soup for lunch made by Janet, and then chili relenos made by Lalo last night for dinner, along with fruits and salads and tasty treats after dinner.
All day Lalo made me concoctions to heal, things his mother and grandmother had made for him as a youth growing up in Mexico. I have to say, they really helped, and were so much nicer to take than the over the counter meds I was taking. By the end of the day I felt a lot better, and this morning woke up feeling even better yet.
I never grew up with a grandmother like that, but I’m sure many of you did. We need to remember their ways, and from here on out, I think I”ll remember Lalo’s family’s ways. That’s the beauty of life, we can chose to be whatever we want and adopt traditions that fit us, no matter who we are or how we grew up.
Last night we wanted them to watch a program we had already watched and loved, Chef’s Table, Season 3, Episode 1, Jeong Kwan. I didn’t realize when we put it on, how much it would tie into the blessed day I had just had.
The program is about a South Korean Buddhist nun, and is such an inspiring show. I quote, “With food … we can share and communicate our emotions.”
“It’s that mindset of sharing that is really what you’re eating.”
“There is no difference between cooking … and pursuing Buddha’s way.”
I’d say that pretty much sums up my day, as I received so much more from these kind souls than food. They shared with me their history, their stories, and in that, their love.
It may go down as one of my nicest sick days ever.
They helped me feel better just in time for our celebration of the end of the class. My kids wanted to come up and have a nice little celebration, include my classmates, and also adopted son, Peter. Was worrying that I might not be up to it, but after yesterday, I’m feeling confident tomorrow will be great.
Windows are all open airing out the house. Time for fun.
Back next week to finally tell about the end of class.