Some Days....

 are anything but ordinary. 

Started our morning with a walk.  Stopped to chat with a neighbor out on his morning run, he was gracious about interrupting his exercise.  Saw a woman walk past - we know her.  She really refused to engage but headed down the trail. After our conversation with our neighbor we also headed down the trail and eventually caught up to her.  For the life of me I couldn't remember her name but The Husband had the perfect solution:  "it's been a long time since we've seen you, how are you doing?" Then he mentioned our names, she said yes, now I remember you and reminded us her name.  We lived in the same neighborhood / ward before we built this house.   

The interesting oddity:  she's been gone from that neighborhood (and been out of state) for a "very long time", we've been gone for roughly 25 years.  She's only here for a visit.  And yet, someone we knew from a different place and time crossed our paths this morning.  What are the odds?  

Neatly folded towels.  :^)

Headed off to the dermatologist, took a route I've never taken before, drove down a lovely tree lined street that felt almost like the country and we avoided the dreaded traffic that has overtaken the valley.  Got to the dr.'s office a few minutes early, paid the co-pay and didn't even have a chance to sit down before we were called back.  The appointment was for 11:00 a.m.  We were out of the office by 11:10.  Two biopsies, several freezing, bandaids all across The Husband's face and even had a bit of chat with the dr.  His first name and The Husband's first name are the same.  My name is a feminine derivative of the M.A.'s name - only two extra letters tacked on the end.   Another sort of oddity that was worth noting.  (We're going to miss him, he's leaving the state, don't know how we'll find another dermatologist we trust so much.  Finding new doctors is so hard, especially when they all look about 15 and not remotely capable to practice medicine.)

Ran a couple errands, visited our daughter at her work - I will forever love pretty much every single library.  Treated ourselves to a (lunch dessert) shake at Chick-Fil-A which tasted absolutely delectable.  I rarely indulge that way but today it just seemed necessary.

Watched an odd movie on tv.  A bit more language and crudity than we generally find acceptable, but both of us were invested enough in the characters to see it through to how it ended.  Got up to check on something in the laundry room and found my towels all folded nice and neat.  Had forgotten them in the dryer.  A kind, thoughtful gesture to fold another's laundry.  Made my heart feel warm.

Today I'm grateful for being able to have a dr. that's been great for us.  Grateful for a wonderful chocolate shake that totally brightened the day for my mouth.  Grateful for a good book (or three or four or....) to read.  Grateful for eye drops to keep my eyes from feeling prickly.  And grateful for our home.  I'd love to be able to fix up, paint and / or update the kitchen -
among other things.  But I'm actually so grateful to have a home to call our own I can manage to be content with what we have.