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And not just in that maddening, tear-your-hair-out sense that comes with reaching a brick wall with them.

Sometimes they talk to me.

Not necessarily in words.

Grampa Chapin has been talking of late. His portrait keeps listing ever so slightly to the west.

Not every day, but for the last week or so, I'll look up in the morning, and see that it's tilted. I always straighten it up.

Naturally, I look for logical explanations first.
The cottage is a mobile home, so I thought maybe this occurred when the washer was on the spin cycle, and the vibrations were moving the portrait.

So I looked several times this morning to see if it happened. Nope, didn't move even a millimeter. Besides that, I only use the washer a couple of times a week. I haven't seen a connection.

I've stomped across the living room floor. No movement. But anyway, I don't stomp around the cottage.

I've slammed the door. No movement. I've slammed the wooden gates on the front and back of the porch.

Nada, zip, zilch.

So, I figure Grampa Chapin wants to get my attention for some reason.

It's those kinds of moments that make me grin, because they just reinforce the truism.

The journey is good.
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It's not just the season or time of the year that turns my mind to lessons.

But I found it very appropriate that a very simple thing gave me a reason to pause and be grateful.

I may have had a little nudge from the ancestors.
I was going to wash my hands at my kitchen sink. It was the first time I turned on the hot water tap this morning.

I found myself getting impatient at the few seconds it was taking for the water to heat. The kitchen tap is the farthest from my water heater and it was 27 degrees when I got up this morning, so the water in the line was wicked cold.

In the instant I felt the impatience, I also felt amusement...and humility.

Because if you just look at the sheer numbers, well...

The majority of my relatives never had hot water on tap in their kitchens - or in any other room.

Heck, the majority of them never had cold water on tap - anywhere. But they had buckets.

And I was standing there starting to get impatient about a wait of a few seconds for hot water on tap delivered to me in a climate controlled home.

Shame on me.

Lesson noted.

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