Concrete Obstacles, Creative Solutions and Grant Wishes

As I sit here at my laptop, reflecting on today, one moment stands out vividly.

A simple yet profound interaction that unfolded in the morning sunlight.

I was outside with the children, nestled on a rug, sharing the joy of fresh fruits and vegetables.

The morning was a gentle caress, the sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on our makeshift picnic.

I found myself positioned between two young boys, a fortuitous arrangement according to an old wives' tale.

It promised the fulfillment of a wish.

Closing my eyes, I silently made my plea to the universe.

Curiosity sparked in the children's eyes as they inquired about my secret desire.

I explained the superstition, adding a touch of mystique by promising the wish's demise if revealed.

A sarcastic chuckle erupted from my right.

"That wish will never come true anyway. None of mine ever have," a young voice declared.

I seized the opportunity for a little life lesson.

"Perhaps your wishes are too grand," I suggested.

The question hung in the air: "What do you mean by that?"

I elaborated, "Wishes can be as vast as a million euros, as extraordinary as superpowers, or as adventurous as a moonwalk.

Or, they can be as simple as a creamy ice cream, an engaging movie, or the surprise of a friend's visit.

Which kind of wish do you think is more likely to come true?"

It was a playful attempt to instill the appreciation of life's smaller joys.

Later, as we savored our ice cream, I approached the doubting child. "Look, my wish came true," I teased.

Her puzzled expression transformed into a knowing smile as I confessed to wishing for the very ice cream we were enjoying.

A small victory, perhaps, but a meaningful one.

The afternoon brought a change of scenery as the sun's intensity forced us indoors.

Art supplies were our salvation.

As the children immersed themselves in their colorful creations, I found inspiration stirring within me.

Not quite a masterpiece, but I'm content with my two paintings of a prince and princess.

I envisioned a delightful surprise – cutting out the faces and allowing the children to insert their own, transforming them into royal subjects.

The workday, as always, seemed to stretch into eternity.

Finally, the clock struck six, signaling freedom.

But my day was far from over.

A renovation project at work had hit a significant snag.

The wall we needed to breach was unexpectedly fortified with fifteen to twenty centimeters of solid concrete.

Their equipment was no match for this obstacle, forcing a frustrating delay until August 17th.

The looming August 31st deadline seemed to cast a shadow of doubt, but I refused to let it dampen my spirits.

A quick grocery run and I was finally homebound, savoring the quiet solitude.

My shopping list was miraculously shorter, thanks to my eldest son's departure for a ten-day Austrian adventure with his girlfriend's family.

Teenagers and their appetites – a constant source of amusement and financial relief.

The summer breeze, a welcome respite from the day's heat, accompanied me as I settled in with my laptop.

A forecast of scorching temperatures for the weekend filled me with anticipation.

Yet, a shadow lingered over my anticipated relaxation.

Yesterday's physiotherapy session had left my body feeling like a battleground.

Every muscle seemed to protest, a testament to the masseur's vigorous efforts to alleviate chronic tension.

As I sit here now, the gentle caress of the fan’s breeze offers a temporary reprieve.

Tomorrow, I vow to prioritize rest and recovery, allowing my body to recharge for the challenges ahead.

Wishing you all the best in life and much health.

@meraki7578💚

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