Good days and bad

Uggh.  This allergy headache just won't be beaten down for long.  And, I'm so anti-medication that I take something over the counter and enjoy it while it lasts and then wait until the last minute before I'll take more. 

And, even though we haven't had much rain and there's no standing water anywhere near our place, the mosquitoes are so bad that you can't go outside and stand still.  You do okay so long as you're moving and until recently, you were okay if you were in the sunshine, but I noticed this morning that I was standing in a breeze and in the sunshine and they were swarming me and the dogs. 

But, it's not all allergies and mosquitoes. 

I'm trying to piece a mariner's compass block, number 21 in my series of 36 and that puppy has well over a hundred tiny pieces in it and it's kind of making me a little bit crazy.  Tiny pieces don't like to stick to the freezer paper templates and they keep falling off and that means folding the template and trying to realign it back to where it was before.  Tedium.

And, there's just not much sewing time right now.  Each day begins with a few minutes of sewing, but then, there's getting breakfast for me and Syd and then work and after that, there's homework and dinner and dishes.  According to Ms Romney's speech last night, all you women out there must understand how difficult all that is and because I'm not a woman, I was not prepared for the amount of work involved in being a "mother", which I am, even though I'm not. 

But, days pass and life is good and things change and I get to read the exciting things that you guys are doing and while work isn't fun (hey, if they didn't pay me, I would not choose to do THIS every day) it's very challenging right now and that challenge makes the days pass quickly, and lets me get back home to the family quicker.

All this doesn't sound very exciting, and yet, my heart is about to burst with pleasure and with pride and that contradiction is a very hard thing to explain.  So, these words, while not exciting, are still part of my online diary and a record of the humdrum days should be just as important as the days where great things happen. 

I read a diary not long ago, written by a lady that spent a year with friends in the 1930's.  She got the diary for Christmas and was challenged to write in it every day for a year, which she did.  Some days were exciting.  Some were just lists of people she wrote letters to.  And one day, she described, in detail, doing her laundry by hand and hanging it on the line.  Such everyday activities for her then.  But, so interesting to read today, after she is gone, when life has changed and what was humdrum to her is non-existent now and because of that, it is fascinating to me. 

So, here's hoping that in 80 years, someone will read this entry and think that my life was more exciting than it feels like it is today.  Hey, at least I'm not telling you how much blue-ing I used to whiten my delicates.

Be well my friends and remember that every day is important, whether something great happens or not.  Waste not one.

Lane

Oh, and what do you call a psychic midget that's escaped from jail?

A small medium, at large.

I got that one from a one-legged homeless man that is stuck on the worst corner for panhandling in town.  I see him regularly but never see him smile.  His corner is in a "y" intersection and he has to stand on the island because he's not fast enough to avoid moving traffic, so only the first three cars at the stop light can help him.  So, when I shared my abundance with him yesterday and he told me the joke and gave me the biggest, shyest grin I may ever have seen, through a big wooly beard and with kind blue eyes, it touched my heart and I'm still basking in the pleasure of that one moment of contact.  Contact with a man that I'll never know by name. 

Abundance can come in many forms.  That was my abundance for the day. 

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