One day

One day, not too long ago, I was working from home and making myself some lunch and someone knocked on the front door. 

I answered and there was a lady that we see walking in the neighborhood all the time.  Maybe a bit older than me, but not by much.

She had a sign in her hand and hemmed and hawed around, but I could tell what she wanted and I could read the sign.  She explained that she’d had these signs made up and was asking people around the neighborhood to put them in their yards. 

I broke into her musings and asked if she’d like to put one in our yard and she very happily smiled and said yes.  So, we walked out and put it on the corner and we were one of the first houses in the neighborhood to have one.  She said she was just “led” to ask us. 

Now, they are everywhere. 

Rob stopped and talked to her one day when he was walking the dog and she explained that she’d just had an inspiration and had the signs made and was putting them out.  He asked if he could make a donation because signs are apparently much more expensive than we thought.  And, he asked for a couple to share with his co-workers. 

Good ideas go round and round.

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Mable’s constant gazing at Rob seems to ask “What did you let happen?”

I’m flying today and am calmer than normal.  Flying is one of those things that you need to do often to be comfortable.  Not sure about the tradeoff there.  Don’t like being away from the family.  I like it here.

Okay, so that’s it for me today.  I’ll be in the friendly skies.  I’m reading Yes, your teen is crazy and wearing a plaid western shirt with sneakers, so if you see me, say hi!  Actually, I’ll likely have the music turned up loud, so you’ll have to touch me on the shoulder.  My head might even be bouncing to the beat.  I embarrass that crazy teen like that sometimes.

Lane