A Mixed Bag

I've several random thoughts floating around in my head.

• The Husband wakes up cheerful and chipper every time he sleeps.  Yes, every time.  I so wish I had that attribute.  I often wake up wondering why I can't wake up cheerful and chipper.  I mostly (lately) just wake up "blah".

The creek from the bridge

But then I get out on my walk and inevitably return feeling better.  Not that I'd quite define it as chipper, just better.

The last two mornings out on the trail have been lovely.  Warmer than I'd like, and more people (like me) getting an early start on their day than I like (I really prefer to ease into the day all by myself, don't make me talk, don't make me smile (not ready for that), don't make me dodge you, just let me wake up to the beauty on my own.  (With the emphatic exception of The Husband.) Yeah, selfish; I'm aware.)

I've walked next to the geese, watched with wide-eyed appreciation as the clouds change color, played a sort of leapfrog down the street with deer (both mornings) stopped to take a picture of the creek from the bridge (what is it about fresh musical water that reaches out to my soul?), noticed the garden full of marigolds where usually they've planted veggies (love love love the flowers) and just soaked it all in.

Flowers in place of veggies.

• Saturday was an interesting day:  The Husband spent over two hours washing and waxing his Charger until it truly gleamed.  It looks fabulous.  Then, about half an hour before we were to pick up our friends for our evening out, we got one of those wild summer storms.  Not taking out the newly cleaned car in that weather.  What a luxury to have a second car to rely on.

• Lately I've read several articles that I've thoroughly enjoyed.  Like this one:  Work and Kind  Mrs. Frederickson and I often agree.

• Most of my orchids have lost their blooms, but this one (the one that hasn't bloomed in several years) is still lovely.  Flowers are so happifying.

• I'm heading over to the eye doctor again.  The new glasses aren't quite "right" and I'm hoping for a decent solution.  Plus, I really need some glasses for the up-close and tiny-detail sewing that I do. I tried again last night with a new stronger pair of readers and was just frustrated.  I may have to give up on that kind of needlework, the kind that has been my therapy for decades. And that would be so so so sad.

Still pretty.

• Last year was a fabulous year for tomatoes. For pretty much everyone.  We were talking with our neighbor the other day and she (the one born with more green in her thumbs than a whole generation of gardeners) was bemoaning the tomato quality.  Made us feel better about our own not-quite-up-to-snuff tomatoes.  I think we might have to take a break from tomatoes next year.  Or maybe plant them in a different bed (which would make the support system a challenge).   We have shared a bunch of carrots around, but even those haven't tasted quite the best to me.  Maybe my tastebuds are getting old (like me)?

• And this - the daughter received a call from a ward member who wanted to come visit for just a minute.  The daughter qualified her acceptance with the information that she was in for the night (sans make-up and in her jammies).  The ward sister showed up a few minutes later clad in a full-body, front zipped,  footed sleeper.  Just to keep our daughter company.  I so love those with a great sense of humor who aren't afraid to just be themselves.  Totally cheered us both.

So, here I am.  Tuesday, with errands to run, a dr. to see and a teensy bit of hope in my heart for something fun to come my way, to make my heart smile.

I'm so grateful for prayer and the way it allows me to place all my hurts and hopes at the feet of our Savior.  And know that our God and His Son won't forsake me.