Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. (John Lennon)
We are going on vacation tomorrow morning. The living room has turned into an obstacle course of clothing and maybe-we’ll-bring-stuff. Our passports are next to the remote control. When each to-do item on our list is completed, another is added.
I open the refrigerator to get the last of the fruit. “Uh, sweetheart, why is the light out in the refrigerator?”
I don’t expect my mate to know. It’s a question I don’t want to ask me. The appliance is relatively new. Jay checks the circuit breakers. They are intact. Neither the toaster nor a lamp responds at that outlet. It is as dead as a pond fossil. The extension cord we use for outdoor Christmas lights connects the refrigerator to electrical life. However, it also creates a trip hazard.
This bandaged solution could help for a week. Maybe. I call my brother Paul, an electrical engineer. He answers the phone.
“That should be an easy fix,” he says. “A fifteen minute job. I have the tools.” He offers to stop by today.
I am grateful because I am the facilitator for a writing group that meets this morning and I don’t want to renege my responsibilities. Jay will be home to welcome our hero.
However, when I return after the meeting I learn that the easy task wasn’t as simple as my brother expected. Our second switch was poorly wired. It was the feeder and was destined to blow. He handles the repair.
Paul is a lifesaver, a frozen-food rescuer, a brilliant engineer, and an all-around good guy. Of course he wouldn’t accept pay for his services—not even a free meal at a restaurant. And I wasn’t thinking White Castle.
All I can do is pass on his kindness to someone else and shout out to the world, or at least my readers, that I have a brother who is the greatest.
We are now on vacation and will be home, or close to home, by the time this is posted. Not every moment here has come as we thought it would either. We got lost but found some incredible beauty. We had some unexpected rain and I finished some edits I was afraid would never get completed in time. Serendipity is both teacher and delight.
Peace upon all that comes your way, both expected and otherwise.

Bravo!I look forward to hearing/reading about your travels. Where did you go?love ya,Marcia
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We went to Grand Bend, Canada.
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