Most of the time I get a good chuckle from them. Sometimes they make me laugh so hard I have a coughing fit while I’m trying to hurry up and get to the bathroom before I have an accident….or as I heard from a public speaker once “I laughed so hard my water broke and I wasn’t even pregnant” (Jeanne Robertson @jeannerobertson.com).
These past several days have been a whirlwind of activity. I had been hoping for time to myself so I could be in my craft room playing around but that hasn’t happened yet. Doctor appointments, following Joe to the car wash to plug in quarters while he gets the work trailer cleaned to be repaired, grocery shopping, a trip out to our property to get some items he will need for work he has yet to do on the work trailer after it is repaired. Treks to parts shops, getting the work truck in for service, going to the office supply store for much needed supplies for the paperwork mess I have that keeps growing. A trip to our lawyers office and another trip to our accountant. My DOT Physical will expire on July 2nd and I need to have that taken care of. Did that yesterday and have faxed off the appropriate documents to the companies we drive for to put in my files.
My days have not been relaxing and I’ve been wound up tighter than an “8 Day Clock” (whatever the heck THAT is) and I’m getting grumpy and short tempered. I did spend about 1-1/2 hours in my craft room on Friday and just could not find the interest or spark to do anything in there. I gave up. In between the running around and all the errands that have had to be done all that I have really accomplished (besides making dinner nightly) is reading through the gazillion emails I have and the comments posted on this blog.
Lynn Claridge from the UK “gardenpinks” had sent me an email June 9th that I finally had a chance to read. According to this email the Canadians have a bit of a speed problem in their larger towns. Being very familiar with potholes and the damage to their vehicles it is a common thing for the Canadians.
Seems “Pioneer Suspension” is lending a hand to the speed problem……
Those tricky buggers 🙂
Thank you Lynn for the chuckle I needed to have. Also for the mental picture of your husband, Rod, tearing around in your gardens at night in his pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers with a pail or a jar hunting down the glow worms that have appeared. It is so good to know the “boy” is still in the heart of the man 🙂 and still fleet of foot to capture the glowing treasures. Glow Worms
My friend, Janice, who lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming has sent me an email that has made me take a look at myself and find me wanting 😦 Here is what she has sent me….
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things
were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and
wanted to give up She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one
problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and
placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she
placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed
ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying A word. In
about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out
and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a
Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her
daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.” “Carrots, eggs, and coffee,”
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and
noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg
and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter
smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, “What does it
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in
strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling
water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer
shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the
boiling water, its insides became hardened. The ground coffee beans were
unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the
“Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your
door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
*Think of this:* Which am I? *Am I the carrot* that seems strong, but with
pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
*Am I the egg* that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the
heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial
hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my
shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff
spirit and hardened heart?
Or *am I like the coffee bean*? The bean actually changes the hot water, the
very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases
the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their
worst, you get better and change the situation around you.
When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate
yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an
egg or a coffee bean?
Sadly, I have to report this week I have flip flopped from being a carrot and the egg 😦 Starting the days out being glad to be home with thoughts of spending time in my craft room. When that didn’t pan out as I had wanted I sat in my craft room and became a “mushy carrot”. Throughout the remaining days I’ve become the hard boiled egg.
There are still errands to run for Joe today, and I’m getting increasingly more hard hearted at his constant interference in my plans. We spend all of our time together 24/7 – 365 and some days – like these – the mean old witch in me comes out.
I have a very important task that I absolutely need to get done. One single thing that is of the utmost importance to me. More important than Joe’s damned errands. Even more important than the paperwork that is piling up and needing to be attend to.
My friend, Leslie Haddad, owner of Whole Lotta Scrap in Norman, Oklahoma has lost her husband to cancer. He had pain in his side and was running a fever in April. Leslie got him to the hospital. Tests found he had a bowel cancer that strikes ONE in 100,000 people. By this time it had already spread to his liver, intestines, kidneys, and other organs. He passed a week after the diagnosis.
You may remember Leslie from the “interview” I did with her last year as my very first in a series of Scrapbook Store Interviews.
The single thing I need to accomplish is a sympathy card for her and a small gift from my heart. I’m torn at being so upset with Joe over all these stupid errands and knowing that one day he won’t be here any longer to torment me with places to go. My ugly temper is part aggravation at all the running around and part shame for being so short with him.
So….until I have to take him to get our work truck after being serviced I think I will go spend the time in my craft room cleaning up in there and getting my thoughts in order and my emotions and anger under control.
Thank you, my friends, for being my friends. I do appreciate everyone of you.