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Today's "Closing Curtain"
In my small circle of light cast by the lamp to my right, and with the household asleep, I sit and yawn several times while the increased weight of my eyelids is warning me that the curtains are being drawn on another day of writing, writing overtaken by my body's need for another "time out." of rest and sleep.
It has been a quiet time for writing, after a grandson's birthday party at one of our daughter's homes. A younger brother of the celebrating "King For The Day" tagged along with us for an excited "overnight" stay. But, with spouse and youth bedded down and sleeping soundly, a writing moment seemed overdue and has been seized.
This time of the night, more than any other time of the day, is a time for peaceful reflection.
For my wife, it is her "give myself a score" time of the day, and she gives herself an honest score each night, of such things as: Did I work effectively? "Did I accomplish some good today? Did I help anyone who needed my personal help? Did I cause someone to smile and feel better about what they were going through? " She has covenants with her deceased mother and grandfather (with God, too, I am sure) to live a pure and holy life, to lead the family, if the family leader doesn't (or can't) lead the family, and to do her best to keep the family free of shame, honoring the family names and heritage. I cannot think of a night in our married life of 39+ years, when she couldn't say yes, and give herself a high score in each of these areas of her day.
What a world it would be, if each of us could put such good scores at the end of each of our days!
My reflections tend more to what I have left undone that needs doing the following day. My lists tend to be long, impossible lists, crowded with the essentials while the "that would be nice, too" items have been given more prominence than they probably deserve. They are there with all the rest of the listed, contemplated, unfinished tasks that the pleasure of writing often sweeps aside to the darker corner just beyond the lamp's circle of light, labeled "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow" has its own 24. Time enough then to see the sunlight of another day illuminating its corner, and to restart the daily sorting job of : What has eternal consequences? What has a deadline? What has been promised? and What else can I tackle?
Now the peaceful reflections of tonight are ended. I reach for the writing area lamp switch, manhandle my toothbrush, and find the pillow waiting. Today's curtain closes ....again.
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