Recaffeinated Mondays: Reset

“If you can’t control your peanut butter, you can’t expect to control your life.”

Bill Watterson, The Authoritative Calvin and Hobbes: A Calvin and Hobbes Treasury

Today is National Peanut Butter Day.

It is also Monday.

Observant readers will know that I prefer one more than the other.

Peanut butter is the food of my childhood. It’s what I turn to when “there’s nothing to eat in the house.”

It’s comfort food and I’m all about being comfortable.

It’s only the fourth week of the year and I am attempting to do a personal reset.

We’ve already talked about how 2022 hasn’t gotten off to a great start.

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Okay. Fine.

So far it sucks.

But, unlike peanut butter, there’s only so much we can control.

I had plans to be further along with several projects by now.

NARRATOR: He ain’t.

As I write this on Sunday evening, my wife and I have been back only a few hours from a whirlwind trip to check on my Mom, still in rehab from her New Year’s Eve Fall. I’ll be making that trip frequently over the next few weeks and months because it’s just what we do.

While in my home town yesterday we had breakfast at a local restaurant. I ran into a high school friend. I’m fairly certain we haven’t seen each other since the 70s. Well, over than on Facebook. He was with his family and they were heading to his father’s funeral that afternoon.

From the visit with my Mom, we traveled a little bit out of our way to visit with my wife’s Aunt, also in rehab.

I have to tell you, we’re physically and emotionally drained.

But it’s Monday and we start all over again.

When I chose “Recover” for one of my three words this year, I was thinking of my own recovery from Last Summer’s Unpleasantness (™). But there’s enough of that word to go around.

So here on yet another Monday, another new beginning, I’m embracing that word to recover some projects I want to move forward, to recover some more of my health.

Recover is a good word.

Especially if you serve it with a little peanut butter.


BORN ON THIS DAY

1917 – Ernest Borgnine, American actor (d. 2012)

1918 – Oral Roberts, American evangelist, founded Oral Roberts University and Oral Roberts Evangelistic Association (d. 2009)

1968 – Mary Lou Retton, American gymnast[26]

1982 – Daveed Diggs, American actor, rapper and singer

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SHORT STORY FRIDAY: Martha

 

This is the second of what I hope to be a weekly installment of Short Stories. I’m building a project. More on that later, but the hope is that by committing to posting one short story every Friday, I’ll have the collection I need in due time.

I’ve attempted this project before. So, just as I did last week, I’m reposting this story. I’ve reworked it a bit and it may still need some editing. So be kind.

MARTHA

The February wind howls around the small frame house. It is snowing again.

Inside, a fire burns in the kitchen cookstove.

The fire is warm, but Martha feels the chill in her body. She huddles near the stove under a quilt hand sewn by her mother.

Arthur adds another log to the fire. The kitchen is the warmest room in the house.

In the corner two young girls play quietly with their wooden dolls. They know Mama is sick. They worry.

Arthur encourages Martha to drink some of the broth he has warmed. She tries but the searing pain in her throat does not want the liquid to go down.

Although he protests, she hands the blue enamel cup back to Arthur. Their eyes meet and share the worry neither of them dares to speak.

Martha weeps. But she does not weep for herself.

Martha prays.

Arthur holds her. He fears that she will begin coughing again. He feels her body shake.

Martha has the flu. She is nine months pregnant.

Martha grieves. Martha prays.

The year is 1920. It is a Saturday.

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Just hours ago, Martha held the lifeless body of her youngest son. Only two years old, he had fallen victim to the influenza epidemic that had ravished the world since the time of his birth.

Martha knows that her tears cannot last long. She knows that crying will only worsen her symptoms. She is needed to care for her other young son, also devastatingly ill, sleeping restlessly at her side.

She is needed to care for the young daughters who, so far, have not been sick.

She is needed to care for Arthur who cannot raise the children alone.

She is needed to care for her aging Mother.

Martha worries. Martha prays.

She worries not only for her son and herself, but for the unborn child who will arrive any day. Her
breathing is difficult. She knows that she may not survive the labor and delivery.

The oldest daughter, just turned nine, is now taking care of the cooking and what cleaning she can. Martha’s mother helps when able.

While he is still well himself, Arthur walks the two miles to work every day even in the coldest of weather.

As he opens the door to leave, he turns once again to meet Martha’s eyes. There is no need to exchange words.

Martha prays.

It is Wednesday.

The snow has stopped, but the bitter chill remains.

Martha feels the beginnings of the labor pains. She prays that her newborn child will survive. She prays that she will survive to care for him.

Martha’s mother places a cooling cloth on her forehead. The doctor will arrive soon.

A neighbor goes to tell Arthur that it is time. The child will arrive before Arthur gets home.

A boy. He is healthy. They name him James.

Martha is too weak to care for the child. She is not too weak to worry.

Martha prays.

It is Saturday.

Martha wakes to the sound of quiet voices.

The baby, she asks.

Still strong and healthy.

She does not ask again. She knows. Her four-year-old son is gone.

Martha grieves.

Martha prays.

It is Friday and we’re embracing the weekend. We may or may not be embracing the snow. The forecast has changed just about every time I’ve looked. I may be on the road to Southwest Virginia to check on my Mom as long as the weather holds.

Thanks for reading. Have a good weekend.


 

BORN ON THIS DAY

1824 – Stonewall Jackson, American general (d. 1863)

1869 – Grigori Rasputin, Russian mystic (d. 1916)

1889 – Edith Tolkien, wife and muse of J. R. R. Tolkien (d. 1971)

1940 – Jack Nicklaus, American golfer and sportscaster

1942 – Mac Davis, American singer-songwriter, guitarist, and actor (d. 2020)

1947 – Jill Eikenberry, American actress

1956 – Geena Davis, American actress and producer

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