I want to be Hennie’s neighbor. She is an amazing woman…I hope I’m just like her when I’m eighty-six. She is strong and smart and sensitive and a survivor. She has friends with names like Bijou and Nit. She is a quilter and gardener and she has a sign on her front gate that says, “Prayers for Sale.” Sometimes Hennie gets what she calls the “blue devils” and sometimes I get them, too. Isn’t “blue devils” a great name for those times when you feel like you are wallowing in a pit of despair and discouragement?
Anyway, sometimes when I have the blue devils, I hide in the basement theater room and watch mindless tv all day and wait for them to go away…it doesn’t usually work. Today I decided to take a different approach. I put on my happy cowgirl shirt and my colorful fuzzy socks. I put on red lipstick and earrings and did some dishes and laundry. And I’m sitting down to my computer to find some wonderful happy images to share with you. I’m also ignoring the torrential rain and wind storm that is beating against the eight windows in my loft where I am working (eight windows is making it hard to ignore). And I’m enjoying listening to my not-feeling-so great 12 year-old laugh at Phineas and Ferb. I just may be able to chase those blue devils away after all!