When You Need a Blankie…


Good morning, everyone!  Hope you all had a great weekend!  I was horizontal for most of mine (which wasn’t nearly as fun as you might think).  I got bulldozed by the stomach flu on Friday and spent most of the weekend on my couch.  I did, however, do lots of Amazon shopping – I think I purchased this Indiana Jones hat in the middle of a Tylenol PM haze but can’t be held responsible.

And I discovered a BBC series I hadn’t seen before, “Call the Midwife,” thanks to a Facebook plea for tv shows I could binge-watch.  (Never underestimate the medicinal power of television.)  I flew through 6 episodes straight and am fairly certain I could deliver a baby with nothing but hot towels and a bike light now.  The series should be renamed “The MacGyvers of Midwifery.”

I also finished a book I’d been reading, “The Shoemaker’s Wife.”  Have you ever noticed how the right books always seem to land in your lap when you need them most?  A good book can be like a blankie when you’re sad (though less absorbent when you drool on it).  I tell ya, I sobbed my way through the last 100 pages of that book, and it was the most cathartic thing I’ve done since my mom passed.  When I looked at myself in the mirror after finishing it, my eyes were swollen and my sleeves were soaked, and it felt SO GOOD.  Like standing in the pouring rain and being washed clean.  Reading about orphans, and dreams, and parents, and love, and all the things we do in life to fill the holes in our hearts – this book filled a hole in mine.  (“Jane Eyre” has officially been dethroned as my favorite love story of all time.)

So, tell me, what do you do when you just need to have a good old-fashioned cry?  I think I need about 1,000 more of them, so keep the suggestions coming!



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