Years ago, my oldest two kids did Ballet. It was a program through parks and recreation in our old town, but very well run. One year, they danced to a Sarah McLachlan song, “Ordinary Miracle.” That song has always stuck with me.

The heat wave was hard. I look and am half Puerto Rican, but the other side of my heritage is firmly Scottish, and my body likes rain and clouds far more than sun or heat. My primary biliary cholangitis doesn’t do well in heat either.

We did make it to the pool. I limited it to one day, for 90 minutes. My youngest was a little disappointed we couldn’t stay longer, but I know my body’s limits. Still, I dove off the diving board twice, and spent some time just enjoying the water.

My youngest is getting better from his broken arm. He can use the arm a little now. He won’t go down the slide or off the diving board. But his friends were fine with that.

We ate mostly from the freezer during the heat wave. I can heat food in the air fryer, so that’s what I did. We were having one of those weeks where the bills outran the income. My older son helped where he could.

Finally, on Friday, I made some unexpected money. That was a relief. “Isn’t it remarkable, when things just work out after all?”

I am also going through our own stuff and some of my late mother’s stuff, and sorting out what to keep, what to donate, and what to sell. It’s a process. I try to do a little bit of everything every day.

There is something inherently satisfying about donating what we don’t need.

It was my late mother’s birthday this week. She loved tigers. My June calendar page has a tiger on it!

So overall, things are good. I even remembered to move my car two times for the street sweeping. That was an ordinary miracle. Darn, that reminds me, I need to pay the ticket I got last week when I forgot to move the car.

This week, we had to have a tire patched. It was losing air, and they second time I filled it, I realized there was a screw in the tire. Ugh. Totally recommend Joe’s Tire on Union Boulevard.

The heat wave is breaking, and I am so very happy about that.

Donate something. Hug someone. Find your ordinary miracles.