Two, four, no ... wait... four more ... eight - no, there's two more ... ten! We have ten deer in our backyard!
The LOC* and I look at each other with wonder reflected in our eyes. How is it that we could be so fortunate as to live here, where we can look out our own back windows (or the front ones, for that matter) and watch deer wandering about? (*Lovable Old Coot)
"Thank you", said the LOC to me the other day as we scampered from window to window for the best views.
"For what", I asked?
"For getting us to move here."
Ahhhh, now there was a satisfying moment. This move did not come about easily. It took two years, looking at more than twenty houses, and then occurred in the middle of a family illness which meant the logistics were daunting.
But we are here. Right where we want to be. It isn't elaborate. It isn't large. But it is just right for us. How thankful we are.
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And while peace and joy reign, I pull my favorite lavender sweater out of the dryer and ..... oh, rats! The grease spot did not come out. And I pre-treated it, scrubbing it a little by hand so as not to ruin the finish (the thing is 78% pure silk, the label informs me) and what do I get for my effort?
A grease spot, right in the front. I knew I should not have tried to cook anything while wearing it. But I was at K.'s, trying to fix his breakfast while also trying to get to church on time and ... well, there you have it. My best knit top with a blotch on it.
Sighhhhh. Oh, well, what else are scarves for? How often people have remarked upon my scarf collection, and the seeming "flair" I have for tying, draping and flipping them. Little do they know that the position of the scarf is likely determined by just where the spot is that I am trying to cover.
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So it is off to church with a combination of joy and irritation in my day. Isn't that just the way it goes? Still, thank goodness for deer, and for peace and hope, and yes, for scarves, too.
Hope your day is full of joy and hope, and that your irritation spots are very small ones. Until next time ... Marsha