What a day! So many catastrophes, all having to do with keys. How weird is that?
Got ready to go to work, running late as usual, and noticed at last minute I didn't have my car/house/shop keys. Last time I saw them was when we opened up the shop on Sunday afternoon to let MJ and my granddaughters pick out some beauty, bath and body items.
Fortunately I keep an extra car key and house key in my wallet. Found the car key and drove to the store, but then realized I didn't have an extra key for the store. Called Milan from my cell phone and he opened the door from the inside and gave me an extra key he had.
Middle of afternoon, I needed to go to the bank. Found my little car key in my purse, grabbed it and the small ring of Milan's keys so I could get back into the shop, walked about 2 steps to my car, unlocked the door, threw my purse in, got in and realized I had somehow lost the car key.
Called Milan again from my cell phone hoping he had an extra car key. He didn't. I had already gone through my purse several times, looked all over the car, no key. (And I had had it in my hands just seconds before that.) Got out, searched the ground, went to the other side of the car and started moving everything in the car again. Finally found the key on the floor underneath a cup holder. How in the world did it get there?
When we left the shop, Milan went to Walmart and I drove on home to stir up a big bowl of cornbread to have with the chili he made last night. Parked the car, walked up on the porch, pulled out my extra house key, and IT wouldn't work.
Called him at Walmart, and he told me where we keep a spare key. (In the rock with the secret compartment in the flower bed, right?) NOT! And I'm not about to reveal that here.
Anyway, went and got it, and it would not unlock the door. We;ve used it a dozen times, but it was not about to work this evening.
The mosquitoes are already out and were buzzing around my head, so I made a "bee-line", no pun intended, to the car and locked myself inside to escape the mosquitoes. I sat there and read a magazine while I waited on him to come home from Walmart and unlock the door for me.
WHEW! How DO I get myself into these messes?
However, while I was sitting in the car, I had an opportunity to "stop and smell the daisies" so to speak. I rush in and out of our house every day, always late, never time to stop and admire the beauty of the yard and the trees.
I've always loved big mature trees with the branches left low to brush the ground. Even though it makes it harder to mow, my husband babies me in this regard, and we have several trees on the south side of the house which form a canopy over one of Milan's flower beds and the flowers are surrounded by the low-hanging branches of these trees, and it is absolutely beautiful this time of the year. The trees are as green as they will ever be this summer, and their branches caress the green grass, and all of this is situated under the umbrella of God's beautiful blue sky.
Who said blue and green don't look good together?
Such beauty could only be the creative handiwork of a loving Father. We are so blessed to be surrounded by such love and care.
Got ready to go to work, running late as usual, and noticed at last minute I didn't have my car/house/shop keys. Last time I saw them was when we opened up the shop on Sunday afternoon to let MJ and my granddaughters pick out some beauty, bath and body items.
Fortunately I keep an extra car key and house key in my wallet. Found the car key and drove to the store, but then realized I didn't have an extra key for the store. Called Milan from my cell phone and he opened the door from the inside and gave me an extra key he had.
Middle of afternoon, I needed to go to the bank. Found my little car key in my purse, grabbed it and the small ring of Milan's keys so I could get back into the shop, walked about 2 steps to my car, unlocked the door, threw my purse in, got in and realized I had somehow lost the car key.
Called Milan again from my cell phone hoping he had an extra car key. He didn't. I had already gone through my purse several times, looked all over the car, no key. (And I had had it in my hands just seconds before that.) Got out, searched the ground, went to the other side of the car and started moving everything in the car again. Finally found the key on the floor underneath a cup holder. How in the world did it get there?
When we left the shop, Milan went to Walmart and I drove on home to stir up a big bowl of cornbread to have with the chili he made last night. Parked the car, walked up on the porch, pulled out my extra house key, and IT wouldn't work.
Called him at Walmart, and he told me where we keep a spare key. (In the rock with the secret compartment in the flower bed, right?) NOT! And I'm not about to reveal that here.
Anyway, went and got it, and it would not unlock the door. We;ve used it a dozen times, but it was not about to work this evening.
The mosquitoes are already out and were buzzing around my head, so I made a "bee-line", no pun intended, to the car and locked myself inside to escape the mosquitoes. I sat there and read a magazine while I waited on him to come home from Walmart and unlock the door for me.
WHEW! How DO I get myself into these messes?
However, while I was sitting in the car, I had an opportunity to "stop and smell the daisies" so to speak. I rush in and out of our house every day, always late, never time to stop and admire the beauty of the yard and the trees.
I've always loved big mature trees with the branches left low to brush the ground. Even though it makes it harder to mow, my husband babies me in this regard, and we have several trees on the south side of the house which form a canopy over one of Milan's flower beds and the flowers are surrounded by the low-hanging branches of these trees, and it is absolutely beautiful this time of the year. The trees are as green as they will ever be this summer, and their branches caress the green grass, and all of this is situated under the umbrella of God's beautiful blue sky.
Who said blue and green don't look good together?
Such beauty could only be the creative handiwork of a loving Father. We are so blessed to be surrounded by such love and care.
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