The advice I give my writing students most often is to add a scene when the work is being slowed down by too much summarizing. Now I'm in danger of doing that here. I think I'd had a shower by the time Mona reached me. I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window, watching a chittering squirrel fight over what I suspected was a love triangle. Or maybe a threesome gone sour, I don't know the intricacies of rodent mating rituals. I barely understand the human ones.
This is something I've discussed with Pappy many times - maintaining a constant attitude of gratitude. My father is a genius at it, a master in the Kingdom of Giving Thanks. He regularly reminds me to say it like this: "Thanks be to God. Thanks Jesu for everything we was go through."
On the hard days he likes to add, "The sun shine for everybody. It's comes out for everyone."
I went for a walk to the park after Mona's phone call and sat down at my favourite picnic table, this time choosing the sunny spot instead of the shady area. I didn't want there to be anything between me and the sky, the trees and the grass when I gave thanks - every which way I could.