Surprises

I want to get some things down before I forget.  Things that I want to remember.  

So, yoga was good.  I was sore yesterday from some muscles that had forgotten what they were for, but it was great to see our teacher again.  And YAY! no more pre-registering for classes, I can just go when it works out for me.  I'm still wondering about the old plumpish guy wearing the sparkly toenail polish, but whatever.  I'm just there for me. 

Yesterday's practice for today's singing in Sacrament meeting went fine.  It's a teenager singing and she's clearly accustomed to singing in public.  I dislike being intimidated by a teenager (or anyone, really) but I guess that's my problem. 

The surprise was the gift bag and flowers that the missionary's Mom (it's her farewell today) brought for me.  A couple of times over my "career" playing for people I've received small tokens of appreciation.  But never anything like this that I remember.  Such a lovely generous gesture that I'm grateful for.  Now the task is to NOT disappoint anyone today.  I've spent some time practicing and hope I'll manage to measure up.  As long as I somewhat please Heavenly Father, all will be ok.

Sweet gift for me

We treated ourselves to a meal at Olive Garden yesterday.  We were sitting there waiting for our table to be ready when a man came in the door and handed something small to the receptionist.  He said he found it just outside and since it looks "real" he thought someone might be looking for it.  I sat there a second, then my left hand flew to my ear.  Yikes!  My earring was missing.  My favorite diamond hoops I've had for years that I wear almost every day.  After checking my right ear (yes, it was properly adorned) I nearly rushed over to the receptionist and asked if the guy had turned in an earring.  And pointed out the one I still had.  She held up my lost (not that I knew it until then) earring and cheerfully gave it to me.  My heart was up in my throat.   I would have been so devastated had I lost that earring.  It's those darn masks that we're perpetually wearing that had flipped out my hoop onto the pavement.

Such a surprise:  not only did I not know I had lost my earring, but surprise that it was so quickly and easily returned.  I said a quick mental prayer of thanks.  

If there's even the slightest chance - which at this point there is - that we'll be able to take our long awaited/delayed 50th anniversary trip, we are doing our best to avoid any kind of issue.  So we are wearing our masks more diligently.  Though I've felt like we were pretty diligent already.  Mask wearing definitely has some drawbacks.

I almost wondered yesterday if those two things weren't tender mercies letting me know I'm not forgotten and that I still matter.  I decided they were.  That definitely helped my heart.

I hesitated to write here today, I so dislike people talking to me about what they read here. But decided it was important enough to remember that I'd take the risk.