So, yesterday, my daughter and I decided to meet some of our friends for lunch. It wasn’t a place we usually go but we had a coupon so it can’t be all bad. We had a pretty good start to the day with a little extra sleep, a trip to big school and the gym, and a return of our extra sewing supplies. The place we went for lunch was a little smaller than most of our stomping grounds. So, after feeding five kids, we were talking when this woman sitting with two of her friends said in a very not nice voice, “Can you ask them to keep it down?” I would normally be reasonable about such a request but she caught me on the wrong day. I don't think anyone who had met my daughter would describe her as loud. Rather than saying what I think, I got up and went home. My friend’s reply made me laugh. She said, “Did she pay more for her sandwiches than we did?”
I wish I would have told the kind lady and her friends to have a fantastic day before I left. I don’t think just because you are wearing fancy clothes and I am running around in my workout clothes and eating lunch with little kids gives someone the right to be rude. On the way home, I realized most of the kids are in the same church choir. It would have been so fun to call them over to her table and ask them to sing for her their latest rendition of “Jesus teach us how to pray, ask his friends along the way, what’s in your heart, what’s in your heart, what’s in your heart today?”
Well, my red hair is shining through today. My hairdresser just suggested that I color or highlight my hair to add something. I thought it was kind of funny since a lot of people add my natural color to their hair. My Great Grandma used to always ask me what number I used and would never believe that it was natural. I don’t deny that I could spend more time on my external appearance. You didn’t read about me doing my hair up or putting on makeup on my schedule yesterday. If I wear high heels or big earrings, my daughter assumes we are going on a family date to the fancy Chinese place. However, I spend lots of time working on the inside of my body so I am okay with that. I still prefer my cardigan sweaters and I just don’t have the heart to throw out my favorite grey one missing a button. I bought a replacement but it just isn’t quite the same. A little bit of nice and normal goes a long way. I am even okay with boring. Boring is not all bad. Boring means no big house, no IVs, no drama, just a nice boring routine.
Speaking of routine, my vest machine decided to quit working earlier this week. When I called customer service and told them that I had an error type 1, the lady said, “Oh, that’s not good.” Apparently, you can fix an error type 2 but type 1 is fatal. That seems a little extreme. A broken vest to me is like what a broken car is to most people when you really need to go somewhere and your friends aren’t home to give you a ride. Of course, you have to add in the hard to breathe factor and it just isn’t really ideal. Yesterday, the Fed Ex lady arrived with a new machine, the 105, which is a bit of an upgrade I guess from the 104 and a little quieter. Today, the UPS man came to pick up the old one. For some reason, I find that I don’t run out of blog material.
Blessings,
Cindy
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