“After all… tomorrow is another day.”
— Vivian Leigh, Gone With the Wind
My son had a particularly bad day.
First. He realized that he missed his tour of one of the local solar factories on Friday. It was one of the prizes he won at the NW regional science expo. The oversight, he recognizes, is of his own making which makes it doubly bad.
Second. In his despair, he fell off his bicycle and broke his arm. The x-ray’s say it is just a fracture, but a break is a break.
Somedays are like that. Things just don’t go well, or at least it seems that way.
I had no consoling words for him, but I did take him outside to the garbage can and point at what I found in the woods across the street from our house this afternoon.
“At least you’re not sleeping in a tent,” I said for what it was worth. I think he understood.
I know things get bad sometimes, and thinking about all that you have doesn’t really help at the moment.
Nonetheless, Katie Scarlett O’Hara was right. Tomorrow is another day.
Today’s gift of time … Picked up trash in the ditch and woods near our house. Found an abandoned tent.