‘ok is good enough for us’
this is the unofficial ‘family motto’ of the cousins we vacation with each august
(just to be clear, this is my side of the family, not d’s)
and i do my best to suppress a little smile
everytime i hear
one of my driven, nearly over-achieving, all but perfectionistic cousins
slide this phrase off the tip of their tongue
while they play with the warm beach sand underfoot
and if you didn’t know better, you might even believe that they mean it.
but i know better.
still, today i had one of those days.
a bonafide ‘okay really is good enough for me’ day.
now, i was tired from knitting way too far into the night last night
to finish the bit
that absolutely had to get into the post today
to be expressed to the other side of the country to get the photos taken
to meet next week’s deadline.
truth be told
it may be lame,
but this is my excuse
for what happened next.
i heard the hand towel ‘plop’
onto the downstairs bathroom floor
(i have at this stage of the game fine tuned my mother radar to precision)
and called out ‘you pick that up. now! do you hear me? please…’
later, when i got round to actually checking to see that my words had been heeded
what i saw caused me to grab my canon powershot and shoot.
on a different day i might have sighed,
or forced the culprit to rehang
but not today.
today i smiled & whistled a bit
as i carried out my afternoon
with the artistry of it still circling in my head.
see, i’m just overtired
or i’m finally beginning to lose my grip.
but, perhaps i’m gaining some perspective.
let’s go ahead and say it’s that last one.
that one sounds
the very most
‘enough’ taken from 24:25 of genesis.