Most of my days are, for the most part, quiet and uneventful. Today was different. It seems I can sit here alone, for days sometimes, without too much activity from others. Not today.
The day felt different, just kind of blah. I usually know ‘why’ (a date, a loss, etc.), but nothing came to mind. I try to begin each day with optimism, this was no different. Having coffee, I silently uttered my two favorite bible verses.
“This is the day the Lord hath made, let us be glad and rejoice in it. … and … “Oh, that You would bless me, indeed, and enlarge my territory that Your hand would be with me to keep me safe from evil, that ‘I’ may not cause pain.”
A longtime friend and I usually chat on line each morning, just to check on one another. She noticed the monotone sound in my voice, asking what was wrong. Honestly, nothing ‘wrong’, just no particular emotion … sharing this with a friend later in the day, he asked me, “Why do you have to ‘be’ anything at all?” Sure, why do I? Good point.
Midmorning, I went downstairs to get my mail. One piece of mail was a statement from my credit card company. There was a charge in question with a charge from a company I purchased a new bed from recently. It’s a new type of bed and I’m still wrangling with finding my ‘sweet spot’. I don’t like being a ‘Debbie downer’ but had a few questions so went downtown to hit both issues.
After taking care of business, I headed back home. The route home takes me past a framing business (wall art), where I currently have a picture (about 50 years old) getting cleaned and re-matted. I was just there recently and my project was not yet finished. It crossed my mind to stop in again, but remembering I had a friend coming to visit me while he was in town, I didn’t.
Shortly after my return home, I received a phone call. It was the framing store advising me my art piece was ready. They would be open for two more hours. My friend left about a half-hour before the store’s closing time, so I went back out and picked it up. I am excited to have it, before Thanksgiving.
The art piece? It is a drawing of Jesus my spouse did when he was in art school, after high school. The entire backstory is not necessary here. The short of it, when his momma was being moved from her home and put in the nursing home, he let me take it down off the wall where it’s hung for nearly fifty years.
Recently, I had an opportunity to pay homage to him by submitting it to be added to a wall in New York City, to be included with other worldwide artwork. I was so excited about the idea, I chose to get his work cleaned, re-matted and mounted with ‘gallery’ glass!
This was not an easy task. I am not one to just drop something off and pick it back up when it’s ready. The proprietor and I spent a few hours searching for just the ‘right’ colors and matting stock.
I was excited and proud to be paying homage in this way, to my spouse. With more investigation, I changed my mind about submitting the artwork because of guidelines I did not understand and could not get clear answers when I probed them.
I am so proud of the end result. I feel this gave his artwork new life, to me, reminiscent of the ‘risen Christ’ rather than the ‘crucified’, rising to new life, ascending to heaven and resting in eternal triumph at the right hand of God, as I feel Ike.e is now. The artwork has not changed, only its’ encasement!
~nrl ♥