It was an erranding day. We took the Wee Walnut and got some shit done, before Daniel has to head back to Mayberry tomorrow evening, ending our joined-at-the-hip hermit-ing together time. Budgeting and money problems are not things I handle well, so I tend to complain. On the upside, I’m far better behaved than I used to be. (Seriously, I am.)
So when we (sadly and unexpectedly) hit a snag this time, I rolled with it. Dan was bothered, and it was (briefly) uncomfortable for us both, but we got it figured out and moved past the unpleasantness as best we could.
Silver linings are what I want to focus on. If it means ignoring some of the financial woes we live with, well that’s simply how it has to be right now. Let’s move along to blessings, shall we? Here are the gorgeous greetings I have been getting over the past few days.
One of our stops this afternoon was the post office, and while we were there I picked up a package of new Thank You notes. If you recognize one these, you can expect some gratitude coming back to you via the mail. Thanks, enormously, everyone who sent me something, who wished me well, or who even just thought nice things in my direction. I appreciate it more than you could ever know.
As I mentioned yesterday, one of my gifts was birthday crabs. (These are one of my absolute favorite presents.) In reality (and not Julie-isms), it was a container of shelled Dungeness crab meat. From Karen and her outstandingly generous husband Michael. The word “YUM!!!” (even with excessive punctuation) doesn’t begin to come close to how I feel about this tremendously wonderful food item. I’ve been eating it in/on/with things since she brought it by. Tonight, as my Beloved was turning the last portion into crab fried rice, I was walking through the upstairs, opening windows and getting a breeze moving.
As I stood with one hand on a curtain and the other on the frame of our large living room window, I was a bit startled to see this.
Uh…. my first born child was in the front yard, and he had positioned this guy to hold open our gate. Wanna know why he needed somebird to hold open the gate for him? Because he was busy.
He told me that he’d been trying to think of what to get me, for the non-event that didn’t happen on Sunday. Then, he spotted an ad for end-of-the-season summer yard ornaments. So as soon as he got off work, he went down to the store, and bought up all of the flamingos they had left. Then he staged them all over the yard. For me.
His plan was to get them all situated, take a phone photo, drive back to his place, and then send me the picture as a text message. Oops, while that would have been quite surprising, this was better for his old mom. I got to actually SEE my boy, and I also got to send him home with some food. Win win, plus a yard full of plastic tropical birds. (He says it was a Flamingo Bombing Incident. I can totally see that.)
Our card today couldn’t be more perfect. I hope it brings you as much joy as it did for me. And if you get Flamingo-ed in addition, well you are just about as blessed as I am then.
Let your love become a powerful force for change.”
Ha, ya know what? I never did read the back of this until now! Lol, I adore it when crap just falls in to place like this.
LateNight Health Update: even with the overly long, and poorly calculated, death march yesterday, I am not nearly as ache-y nor sore as I expected to be. Hooves still swollen, but not as bad as they could be/have been on other days.