It's been a long morning. And emotional. I'd like to blame it on the fact that I didn't do my injection yesterday, and maybe that's part of it, but probably only as far as it's all in the plan. I'm going to cry a lot today, I'm sure.
I already have thrice. I woke to the sound of a child having a fit, rolled over, and the first thing that caught my eye made me tear up. It's time to get up, get packed, get moving.
Then, just now, not half an hour ago Alice came by to see me. I couldn't imagine why, but was touched just the same. And then she showed me her gift. Tea tongs! The minute I touched them I could tell there was a bit of a story behind their acquisition, and there was. Dear woman went on a right quest.
Quick deviation, in case I look back at past posts and realize I haven't told this story yet. Last week AJ left me at Karin's (spelling?) for a bit and we had tea and chatted the afternoon away. When she was making tea I saw her use this brilliant device which I shall later take a picture of and show you. You use it to retrieve the teabag from the cup and you can squeeze that extra little bit of really strong tea out instead of waisting it. I usually do this by some messy process involving the teaspoon and a fork, so these tongs I thought were absolutely BRILLIANT, and said so. Certainly if I spied some I would know what they were for and buy them, or maybe even resolve to make a pair myself.
Then on Saturday we were at "Granny" Alice's and I saw she too had a pair, and told her the story I just told. I love the simple genius such things represent.
So that was Alice's gift to me. She and Karin had found another pair whilst out and about, conspired to obtain two pairs for me. (Mother, I may just have to bestow one on you, you'll love them!)
I think I may have hugged her about a dozen times, and then had to run back to the kitchen to have a little sniffle and write out my address so she can write me if she wants. Now Alice, I know you have my blog address here and you can and likely will read this, so please do me a favor and make sure to share that address if anyone else wants it, and don't forget to send me yours. (I'll send you a card on the 4th of July, my fellow American! *grin*)
And then just now I had to retreat again. I was sitting in the kitchen enjoying a beautiful cup of tea (and earlier, toast - food always tastes best when made with love, as everything in this house is). I've picked up the Shack again; stopped reading it over a week ago when I felt like it was slogging along. Was kind of disappointed that I wasn't getting the same revolutionary feelings out of it as everyone is saying they've had.
Well, I guess it just wasn't the right time, but now it is. I got to the chapter about judgement, and the closer I got to the end the more I start dripping until I had to come back out here to the study to preserve my dignity.
To those of you who told me: You were right. It DOES get good, and intense, nearer the end. (And I'm not just talking about the book.)
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