Linda_trekker’s BodyBlog

I come from a long line of women who were born late in their mother’s reproductive years…so I guess you could say, genetically, I’m a little closer to Eve than most women of my generation. 

The reason I make that observation is that I was just noticing this morning a few nice things about my life.  My maternal grandmother washed her clothes in a big boiling pot outside, she and her family (including my mother) used an outhouse with Sear’s catalogues for toilet paper, no electricity or telephones… she had almost no creature comforts. 

Here I sit, her granddaughter, with just about every comfort and "maid-servant" our 21st century minds can imagine.  I woke this morning to my dishwasher displaying a proud green light, having –somewhere in the night– washed my dishes.  It take little effort to put my clothes in my washer and dryer and I never have to start a fire with matches and kindling to cook.  I can instantly contact just about anyone I want through telephone and internet.  And the list goes on and on. 

I guess I’m blessed beyond my habit to acknowledge it.  I can easily fall into a grand funk about things, get moody or depressed and forget how good I have it.  Maybe all that hard work kept my grandmother out of the blues…she just didn’t have time.

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