Wednesday Evening…….

It was a beautiful Wednesday evening. The bright sun was slowly, starting its descent with its warming rays touching everything in its path. A soft breeze floated through the one tree in our yard, as my husband and I waited for my son.  It was a special night, a belated Mother’s Day present. My son was taking us to DeSales University to see a play. I love the theater; always have.  When we arrived, my son treated us to a lovely picnic-style dinner. As we dined, two young men dressed in Shakespearean costumes entertained us with period music. At eight o’clock, the lights dimmed, and the play began.  The Mystery of Irma Vep had me right from the get-go!  Although it was a mystery, it was full of humor. Mainly since two men played all the characters!

I was amazed at how quickly they changed their costumes for each scene. I have to tell you, I loved it. On the ride home, (by the way, it was a late night) and all day today, I thought about the gifts and talents those two actors had. Their ability to learn their lines, and perform in front of a crowd amazed me. The joy, and pleasure those two multi-talented men displayed touched my heart. They were following their dreams. Being a good storyteller takes patience, hard work, a love of the craft, and believing in the ability to make a difference. I appreciated their talent and never giving up on what they loved.  It is not easy being an actor. Their enthusiastic energy has inspired me to keep following my dreams of making a difference with my words. It’s funny how God brings people into our lives just when we need them.  I needed to see that play and spend time with my son. And for that, I am thankful!

Thunder Thursday……

Today, was overcast, humid, with a possible shower forecasted.

My day started out like any other day; however, my afternoon was sort of a washout. Picture this, nicely dressed in white capris, with a black and white summer top, and black sandals adorning my feet. I headed out to the gas station then continued on a few errands. My last stop was the grocery store. With my decorative bags in one hand and my list in the other, I grabbed a small shopping cart and got started. My list only had a few items, but like most of us, I veered off the list and filled my cart. Now it wasn’t raining, or thundering when I entered the store, but as I was heading out the doors that automatically open, I heard it. Now mind you, it wasn’t raining, well maybe a few drops.

I should mention that an elderly gentleman was standing watching the drops of rain fall oh so gently on the macadam. I looked at him, and said, ” It doesn’t look like it’s going to amount to anything. I think I will go for it.” As I started walking out, I heard him say, ” I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”  As I kept walking, I heard another clap of thunder and felt a few more drops. I thought to myself, I got this.

As I got to the row, I was parked in, I hit the unlock button on my set of keys. Nothing happened. I hit the button again, nothing.  I couldn’t imagine what was going on. Then, I accidentally hit the panic button, and I heard my alarm. It wasn’t coming from the car I was trying to unlock. In fact, it was not even in that row. My car was in the next row. As I hurried back to my car, every cloud in the sky broke loose. I picked up the speed. Within a few seconds, my hair was soaked and dripping, my sandals were squeaking, and water ran off my nose. I quickly opened the door, got the alarm off, then realized that my shopping cart had drifted down, the row.  As I took off, I think I heard that gentleman who had warned me not to go, laughing.  I finally got my cart back and threw the bags, in the back seat. Thank goodness, I didn’t buy any eggs.

I was still dripping as I pulled in my driveway. Then I heard the garage door open, and there stood my husband. As I got out of the car, with hair plastered to my head, and sandals playing a song as I walked, he  looked at me, and said, ” Your wet!”  I smiled and said, ” Very funny.”  I could hear him laughing as he carried the soggy bags into the house.

Lesson learned: When you hear thunder, then see big drops of rain, you can either wait it out or be adventurous and try to outrun it.  However, you must make sure you have the right car. It makes all the difference.


Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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