During times of trouble, I turn to those I love.
Yesterday, I spent the day with my camera-shy husband, as we took the ferry to Boston’s Seaport district, which was no trouble at all.
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We’ve been having trouble with our new sofa from Blue Dot furniture …
… which we showed to Greer.
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Greer said that Blue Dot would take the trouble to replace the entire sofa, which surprised me. In times of trouble, I appreciate connecting with good people, so Greer and I exchanged cards.
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I’m overcoming my shyness about troubling others and promoting my songs, which I hope are helpful during times of trouble.
I often deal with times of trouble by capturing and sharing images.
Dogs are usually helpful during times of trouble.
Here’s the song that many of us hear when thinking about times of trouble.
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Thanks to all who help me through times of trouble, including YOU.
You are a port in the storm, Ann.
As are you, my friend.
Rightly or wrongly, I learned early on that, in times of trouble, I am on my own. Since that is my default, I do what I must to avoid trouble. However, if trouble does come knocking, I embrace it and work through it. At this stage of the game, what is the worst that can happen? They can’t take your birthday.
I can relate, Stan.
Well, Stan Kosick, “they” actually can take your birthday. How many people have birthdays on 9/11? On the day Kennedy was shot? Who was all set to celebrate when Charlie Kirk was shot, only to have their birthday overtaken by events? Mine, fortunately, was pretaken: Captain Cook was killed on Hawaii and the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre in Chicago, for two. But it’s all good. Birthday cake and ice cream will always taste good. Even in times of trouble.
It’s all good, Barbara.
Literature is one of the places I turn when troubled and the Henry James quote about being kind reminded me of a story Edith Wharton told about traveling with James. One night they stopped so James could ask a man for directions:
‘My good man, if you’ll be good enough to come here, please; a little nearer—so,’ and as the old man came up: ‘My friend, to put it to you in two words, this lady and I have just arrived here from Slough; that is to say, to be more strictly accurate, we have recently passed through Slough on our way here, having actually motored to Windsor from Rye, which was our point of departure; and the darkness having overtaken us, we should be much obliged if you would tell us where we now are in relation, say, to the High Street, which, as you of course know, leads to the Castle, after leaving on the left hand the turn down to the railway station.’
I was not surprised to have this extraordinary appeal met by silence, and a dazed expression on the old wrinkled face at the window; nor to have James go on: ‘In short’ (his invariable prelude to a fresh series of explanatory ramifications), ‘in short, my good man, what I want to put to you in a word is this: supposing we have already (as I have reason to think we have) driven past the turn down to the railway station (which in that case, by the way, would probably not have been on our left hand, but on our right) where are we now in relation to…’
‘Oh, please,’ I interrupted, feeling myself utterly unable to sit through another parenthesis, ‘do ask him where the King’s Road is.’
‘Ah—? The King’s Road? Just so! Quite right! Can you, as a matter of fact, my good man, tell us where, in relation to our present position, the King’s Road exactly is?’
‘Ye’re in it’, said the aged face at the window.
We’re in it together, Chris, and thanks for sharing this!
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