another day another blog

"Life is what happens when you were making other plans."

  A  lot of people have said that, I think John Lennon was one of them.  Oh, dear, I suppose I'll have to look it up.

I did and it was:  "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."  It's a line from the song he wrote for his son Sean, the child he had with Yoko Ono. So I guess other people who have said it were quoting him.  It's a good one.

Anyway, yesterday was like that, and it wasn't my plan that went badly off course, it was my friends'.  

I was invited to spend a couple of days at a lake, breathing clean air instead of concrete dust (from the ongoing balcony renovation), swimming (I know, I do that every day but not in the velvety soft water of a lake), drinking wine and talking to dear friends.

But one of the dear friends fell and broke her hip the day before, so it was her life that changed direction.  Her husband phoned before I left and urged me to come in spite of that.  His urging outweighed my reluctance so I went, driving my rental car, getting into his car when I arrived and spending the rest of the day in the hospital (another hour distant).  Poor lambs. They had to make new plans that include, of course, surgery - in yet another place, about two hours away by ambulance.  

We left the wounded one and drove back, with errands on the way, and I finally swam in that blessed lake at six o'clock with the sun hiding behind the tall pine trees.  Then my friend made necessary phone calls while I cooked dinner for us (cheese and mushroom omelet).  By the time I cleaned up it was late and so I came to bed....

...and could not keep my eyes open. 

Who knows what will happen today?  I'm not making any plans.  I pray all will go well.