I’m grateful for Hart, who more times than I care to enumerate, has saved me from myself on Monday mornings by ferrying in my computer, or my phone, or my lunch, or something else extremely important I have walked off without and that I must have in order for the world to continue it’s course. He’s pretty awesome like that.
I’m grateful at least one of the kiddles went to church with me today. Donuts from Johnny O’s Spudnut are always the order of the day when a kiddle goes to church. I figure it’s a good trade-off and sometimes they do too.
And those red-striped ones? They were a special flavor of the day: strawberry cheesecake. I’m grateful for strawberry cheesecake too.
I’ve had Marie Kondo’s little “tidying-up” book for the good part of a year now. I made it to the clothing chapter last spring and got no further. Today, I decided to conquer my fear and embarrassment. I pulled it ALL out and it was a mountain.
I’m grateful I managed to find my bed before it was too late. Six big black garbage sacks of clothing later and I have space in my dresser and closet once again.
In between having my wrist immobilized for a case of tendinitis in my thumb and my dog at the vet having multiple aspirations for weird lumps, my head wasn’t really tracking everything well yesterday. When I finally got home last night, I realized my phone had grown legs and escaped.
I’m grateful for the AndroidLost app. I’ve had it installed for several years, but last night was the first time I really got to experience its power. Not only did it send me a map with an “X marks the spot” location, but it snapped a lovely picture of the ceiling and light fixtures in the pharmacy of Smiths. I had to arm wrestle the pharmacist because she liked my phone better than her own, but I won and it is finally back where it belongs tonight.
We got out of the house in such a rush this morning that I left my lunch on the butcher block.
I’m grateful my coin purse held larger coins than pennies. Twix and vanilla greek yogurt… YUM!
Sigh, it’s days like this that I start to second guess this reboot: when I find myself ready to go to bed and suddenly realize I have not found (or to be honest, even thought about) my gratitude for the day.
I’m grateful for this butterfly nightlight that pulses color from red to green to blue and lives in our bathroom. I’m sure the colors are the wrong wavelengths and disrupt sleep patterns, and blah, blah, blah – but they do make it easier to find the toilet in the middle of the night without turning on the overhead.
Two weeks at home with everyone can switch from cozy to cramped pretty quickly, even when everyone is on their very best behavior.
I’m grateful my office plants held fast through the 14-day drought and no leaves or lives were lost.
Because the sanctuary is being remodeled for our upcoming organ installation, second service was moved into Bruner Hall and the choir had to sat in the corner. They sang beautifully (they always do), but their sound traveled only about 15 feet out and then was promptly sucked into oblivion. I could hear them, but the congregation couldn’t.
I’m grateful for a choir that can roll with the punches and sing anywhere, even in auditory deserts. Next week we’ll try a couple of well-placed microphones.
One of the most entertaining gifts we received this past Christmas was an enormous box of Pouncetreats, aka “kitty crack.” Our four cats come running when someone merely thinks about opening that box.
I’m grateful for my animal-loving, catnip-enabling sister, Johannah. My bet is that our kitties are even more grateful.