Life Is Never Dull

Though sometimes I might wish for a bit of uneventfulness (is that even a word?) in our days.

Monday was a red letter day for emotions.  I made someone I love upset - actually now that I think on it, it was two someones I love.

Too Much Money!!

Tuesday it was off to the eye doctor.  Thought I was just going in for a check of my eye pressure to make sure the drops I've been using worked the miracle I was expecting.

Not so much.

The dr. did several tests resulting in a new prescription for drops twice a day.  Waiting at Walgreen's for the new drops to be dispensed, I expected to go up to the counter and pay the $9 I paid for the last drops.

Uh huh.  These drops have no generic.  They are in a different drug tier on our insurance plan.  Our cost:
$189.00.  😧

Ugh, not my friend.

And in two weeks it's back to the doctor to check the results.  The drops make my eyes feel different and I can't decide if it's an improvement.  But I don't want to take any chances. I need/want/love my sight.

The next day it was ants.

Came home from my walk to find The Husband had vacuumed up a couple hundred of them in the bathroom.  When the weather turns warmer at the end of the winter, they often come inside.  They can get through the absolute teeniest cracks.  So, off I went to find some fresh ant-block / bait.  None of us are fond of ants.  And we'll get them under control.  In the meantime......ants.  Ugh.

The next day (today - Thursday) it's our income taxes.  I can't remember ever having to pay the Federal.  We've pretty much always gotten a refund.  Which almost always gets nearly completely wiped out by the money we end up paying the state. But whatever, we've generally ended up a few dollars to the good. 

This year?  Ggrr.  We have to pay nearly equal amounts to both the state and the federal.  In addition to the tax preparation fee.  Sigh.

There are no words.

It was beautiful out.

The good things (and yes there have been a couple):  Yoga.  I know I've said I don't love doing it.  And that's still true.  But I've begun attending a second class at the senior center, two teachers rotate their instructions.  And they're both wonderful.  Terrific classes, great (sweaty) workout, wonderful atmosphere.  Yeah, that's a good thing.

I managed to walk yesterday in between storms and actually got to see a beautiful sunrise (complete with a tiny moon!). My pictures can never do justice to the vast expanse of sky that turns these amazing colors.  I love it.

And this article.  Love At Home

I've been a fan of Marni Jameson's columns for years.  I really liked what she had to say here.  Especially her phrase about home being a "grace zone".  Yes, that's what I want.  In spite of my moodiness (I wanted to say occasional, but that wouldn't be quite truthful enough) grumps and selfishness.

So today, I'm grateful that I took the time to search out her column and feel at least momentarily uplifted.  I'm grateful for finding fresh french crullers at the new-ish grocery up the hill.  For something to look forward to tonight (An American In Paris at Hale - thank goodness we bought our season tickets last year!) and for the ability (grudging though it is) to pay those taxes in a month or so (not letting that money go a second earlier than I have to).

And I'm grateful for those who forgive my faults.