What a harried morning to forget where I put my bankcard. I do declare, I took it from Enoch and thought I knew where I put it in my bag, but I really threw it in there. In a rush to get the coffee. Isn’t that always the way of rushing. I ordered, just as quickly, sure that I would be able to find the card, when I got to the window. I wasn’t finding it. Various and sundry attempts proved an embarrassing fate. I don’t even think I got a good look at him. My eyes were still sleepy, from not having my coffee and delightfully, a good 5 minutes or so into the interaction, he said kindly, I got it for you. I really didn’t understand the kindness that he had showered, as yet, because “I DIDN’T HAVE MY COFFEE!’
Did I say that I hadn’t had my coffee, yet? I asked his name. I know that boy, I thought when I came to myself after about the third sip of my delightful brew. {It is a shame my necessity of it in the morning} I reminded myself of Mrs. Day. Completely oblivious to financial dealings. That is never my reality. I am ever so conscious, though not always in control. I loved thinking of the loving manner that Clarence Day Jr. referred to his mother’s inferiority in these matters. It was loving, but directive. Women shouldn’t be allowed to be ignorant of finances.I hear Clarence Jr. saying in his building the next generation. I said to myself, what a beautiful answered prayer that we have a Janet Yellen to bless our country with the answer to the visionary expressive and loving direction of the Clarence Day Jrs. Who loved their wives and mommies enough to make a better world for them to live in. We still argue about those financial things, but it is from the light of mutual empowerment and not from the subjugation perspective.
What a grace!
