Some of the bags around the house

I feel that during this time of waiting for spring some of my postings have become preachier than observations. As Father Purcell S.J. taught me, observations are looking deeply into small things. So I will try for a while, except when explaining lessons learned from the garden, to see deeply into small observations.

Today I took my friend Ella Brooks to the hospital to pick up the month’s supply of medicine that she and her ailing husband need. She sells her patch quilts to pay for the cost of the medication not covered by health insurance. I usually just drop her off at the front door; she takes in a few empty bags and after about 10 minutes she came out with bags full of medicine.

This morning she asked me to come in with her to carry the bags. Due to the snowy weather I dropped Ella off at the front door where she was to wait for me while I parked the car. After parking the car I came in ready to be of help. We proceeded to the pharmacy for the medicine. When we got there she asked me “where are the bags?” I had left them in the car, so went back to get them. By the time I returned to the pharmacy Ella had three large plastic bags of medicine to put in the cloth bags.

When Ella went in the hospital by herself she never forgot to bring in the bags. But in my enthusiasm over being more than a driver today I forgot to bring in the bags.

This happens to all of us, we forget the little things in doing the big thing. I sent a friend today an email I got from another person about some pictures taken at the last prayer vigil at Marquette “To Stop Marquette from Teaching War.” Before he looked at the whole email he wrote me back asking “What?” In responding to my email he did not see the other message below. This is something I can, unfortunately, relate to. In an effort to do something I sometimes forget the little things that are essential to the project, like bringing in the bags.

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