Sometimes I forget that I really do have help from a higher power. No matter how bad things get, the light still shines on me. Often in really unexpected ways.
Example #1:
I am the only person out of about 15 to get their Cookie A sock club on time. All the other folks in my area have not yet seen their packages. After the week I had last week, getting that yarn was the highlight. I felt some much better just petting it. Those of you who are not yarn-o-philes won't appreciate this, but I felt my stress level come down as soon as I opened the box.
Bob wouldn't let me take it to the soccer meeting, because he didn't want them to know I was crazy. Yeah, well, that is only a matter of time, why wait?
Example #2
As you know, I have been complaining pretty vociforously about the bad week. Today I was doing a luncheon for the teachers at school. I had gotten the lasagnas at Costco and was heating them up. It said 2 hours, but it took 3 and 1 of those hours the oven was cranked to inferno. It all worked out ok, but I was a little stressed.
So after running all over getting the luncheon set-up I came home to chill. I had been home for maybe 20 minutes and I get up to grab a glass and look out the window. There is a strange man in my backyard.
Normally, this would send me to call the cops, but this guy was scooping the dog poop. So, I stand in the window of a minute looking at this guy and I am confounded. Do I ask him what he is doing or do I let him finish. Finally, the curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask him what is is doing the conversation goes something like this:
Me: What are you doing?
Poop Guy: Scooping poop.
Me: Yeah, I can see that, but why are you doing that?
Poop Guy: Because you called and asked me to, it is a one time spring clean up. I do a bunch of other houses in the area. Is this (he reads off my house number)?
Me: That is my address, but I live here and I didn't call you and I don't plan to pay you for this. (I don't like to pay for things my husband can do... I am cheap like that.)
Poop Guy: But it came up on my gps.
Me: Who's house are you looking for? (I am hoping it might be a gift.)
Poop Guy: I don't know, I will go and check the gps, I must have the wrong house.
He grabbed a mostly full bag of poo and put it in is truck and drove away. While, this sucked for him, it was awesome for me. My backyard is poo free and I didn't pay for it. To be clear, I also didn't call and order the service, it was a lucky error.
Example #1:
I am the only person out of about 15 to get their Cookie A sock club on time. All the other folks in my area have not yet seen their packages. After the week I had last week, getting that yarn was the highlight. I felt some much better just petting it. Those of you who are not yarn-o-philes won't appreciate this, but I felt my stress level come down as soon as I opened the box.
Bob wouldn't let me take it to the soccer meeting, because he didn't want them to know I was crazy. Yeah, well, that is only a matter of time, why wait?
Example #2
As you know, I have been complaining pretty vociforously about the bad week. Today I was doing a luncheon for the teachers at school. I had gotten the lasagnas at Costco and was heating them up. It said 2 hours, but it took 3 and 1 of those hours the oven was cranked to inferno. It all worked out ok, but I was a little stressed.
So after running all over getting the luncheon set-up I came home to chill. I had been home for maybe 20 minutes and I get up to grab a glass and look out the window. There is a strange man in my backyard.
Normally, this would send me to call the cops, but this guy was scooping the dog poop. So, I stand in the window of a minute looking at this guy and I am confounded. Do I ask him what he is doing or do I let him finish. Finally, the curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask him what is is doing the conversation goes something like this:
Me: What are you doing?
Poop Guy: Scooping poop.
Me: Yeah, I can see that, but why are you doing that?
Poop Guy: Because you called and asked me to, it is a one time spring clean up. I do a bunch of other houses in the area. Is this (he reads off my house number)?
Me: That is my address, but I live here and I didn't call you and I don't plan to pay you for this. (I don't like to pay for things my husband can do... I am cheap like that.)
Poop Guy: But it came up on my gps.
Me: Who's house are you looking for? (I am hoping it might be a gift.)
Poop Guy: I don't know, I will go and check the gps, I must have the wrong house.
He grabbed a mostly full bag of poo and put it in is truck and drove away. While, this sucked for him, it was awesome for me. My backyard is poo free and I didn't pay for it. To be clear, I also didn't call and order the service, it was a lucky error.
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