Today’s thought is by Voltaire: “I decided to be happy, it is excellent for one’s health”!
Happiness is being able to keep up with chores!
So this week was like every other when it came to grocery shopping. I came out to a flurry of snow and packed the groceries in the car. 
I only had a few, but I almost blew away. As I got into the car, someone in a big car pulled up close to me so I moved quickly out of the parking spot so the lady’s door would not hit my new Renegade.
Lately, I have been so thankful that I can still carry on the responsibilities of working, cleaning, and errands. So many people are incapacitated or unable to fend for themselves. A friend is on oxygen and struggles with asthma and respiratory issues. Another relies on a cane and goes fewer and fewer places. I must be thankful for every opportunity to be independent.
So why should I complain about the repeat jobs that seem to just waste time? After talking to others, we all do it. We get annoyed with doing the laundry and emptying the dishwasher. We dislike vacuuming and ironing. It’s a pain to take time to fill up the gas tank or cut the grass. Yet all of these things are privileges! We are so lucky to have cars to drive, dishwashers to clean and sanitize our dishes, irons, vacuums, and washing machines to care for our clothes.
After filling the trunk, I pushed the cart into one of the corrals. I think of my father every time I do that task. He’d make us walk back into the store with our carts (the days before the stalls existed). He’d tell me that the carts were a privilege to use and if they were left out they could be harmed. Eventually we’d end up paying to replace them in our grocery bill. He was big on teaching us to take care of our things. Maybe that came from the depression days, but it has always stuck with me. I see it as an honor to my dad every time I use and return a cart.
So today is Saturday and I am embarking on a few chores with a joyful heart. Hope this helps put a song in your heart too. Blessings for a great weekend. “Delight in Living”