I am still in shock and the PTB are laughing at me again. Just when I, admittedly, get fed up with waiting, they wave their magic wands and <POOF> I almost regret a few of my rantings ... almost. I choose to call the happenings of yesterday a Christmas Miracle. What happened, you ask?? Well let me just tell you ….
My niece did great in surgery!! I have not yet heard how her night was last night, but I have high hopes. My parents and my sister sent pictures throughout the day and my sis and I spent the better part of the afternoon texting about …. well … everything!! From family to family recipes to Paula Dean recipes, to Pinterest, and, of course, Christmas … I was really worried about that last one. With Da Gurl‘s surgery so close to Christmas, and the fact that it takes 9.5 hours to get over the river and through the woods to Amma and Paw‘s house, I had resigned myself to believing that we‘d probably figure something out to celebrate Christmas next week. (something to which my family is not accustom) … But my sister informed me (while discussing the importance and necessity of Swedish Rye Bread) that Little Dude will be coming back to CO with our parents tomorrow and depending how Da Gurl did last night and how she does today, she will probably be coming out with her Mommie and Daddy on Friday!! <insert happy Snoopy dance here>
Next miracle … Last night, while cooking dinner, there was a knock at my door. Kiva went bonkers!! Barking, growling, jumping at the window, but no whining. Now, anyone that is familiar with my dog knows that when they come to the door, she’ll start barking until she recognizes who is here and then the insidious whining begins. Last night there was no whining, which indicates a “new” person at my door. It was a face I had not seen in almost 4 years. It was the face that is attached to the body that bears the hand that signs my alimony checks. 2 days early even!! AND a coupon for my fave local Mexican food restaurant … and a small card that said Merry Christmas AND had a smiley face. If you know me and my history at all, you’ll understand my shock. Now wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I will just say “Thanks Waffles, and Merry Christmas to you too.”
Miracle #3 … Mother Nature, the skank, did bring snow yesterday afternoon/evening, but it didn’t hurt as bad as it usually does!! (I know, right??) I don’t know if my body was still on guard from the stresses of the morning, or if I was somehow distracted from the pressure changes, but the only thing I really felt yesterday was the stress that resulted in exhaustion. And this time of year, I'll take it!!
So I’ve changed my mind … it is no longer “be careful what you wish for” … it is now “be careful what you bitch about.” (sorry Mom, but it’s true)
Just more proof that my faith has escorted me through another series of potential let-downs … and I’m still here to write about it. It is definitely a good day to be above the dirt!!
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