Joie de vivre

-rescued mom from the rain
-worked all day
-survived Wal-Mart
-taught the dog to walk on a leash
-survived an Experience

...And am currently sorting an entire cattle trailer load of clothes to donate to the mission. (A long, long story.) 

I have no time to read. *sob* Or eat, not until much later. *sob sob*

I feel like I've never really woken up today. My eyes feel very, very heavy. I guess I only thought five hours of sleep a night was enough...

The problem with attaching great sentimental value to an object is that when it is destroyed, so is a part of your world.

I love Club crackers quite intensely. Sandra should not have showed me where the box was kept.

Did anyone besides me ever notice what a redundancy "armed gunmen" is? Or "deadly killer"? Or "surviving widow?"

Last night was dissapointing (but thanks for the prayers--I know they did something good), as I rather thought it would be, but now I am Fine. Life goes on. And I got some fabulous sunset-over-the-lake pictures on the way home.

Sandra's best friend is having major surgery today--something that involves actually stopping her heart for a period of time--and nobody's gotten any word about her yet. It's odd to have to try to encourage someone when it's usually me with the fears like that.

Life: still good. Very good.

Mood: irritatingly cheerful, grinning for reasons mostly unknown.

God: "His thoughts are higher than my thoughts" proved once again, still He is gracious and loving and way too good to me. I'm awstruck all over again.

Camera: *squee* *much picture taking ensues*

Colors: I prefer dark red.

Animals: ducklings are adorable.

Library: Yay, I got to help somebody fill out a crossword puzzle over the phone. Six letter word for a printing dagger? Obelisk. Three letters, serpent from The Jungle Books? Eeeeasy. Kaa!

Friendships: relieved savetheolives made it through!

Evidently I was pretty stressed indeed in my last post, for I discovered an alarming amount of errors in word usage.

Then again, some would say that's normal.

"Like" for "light" is not normal. Really. Not even for me.

I randomly ran into Joe Hardin while I was lurking--yes, lurking--in the vestibule of Bld. 500, partly trying to work out my nerves by being in the building and partly for other reasons. I'd forgotten he teaches at the alt. education school now instead of TYA. He hadn't seen me for a good year or more, but he remembered and asked, "So, what brings you up here" and watched as I went speechless trying to come up with something that didn't sound insane.

I'm not so nervous anymore. It's just another thing to get through. Those who like me will like me--and those who don't won't, and it doesn't matter. Besides, realistically, I know there's no way I can mess up too badly, short of fainting, which I don't do. Being less than brilliant isn't as embarrassing as being incompetent, which I am not.

It's very ironic that just as I was thinking that today was really a very nice day and only one thing could make it absolutely positively gloriously wonderful...

Then that thing happened.

I was told--in a round'bout way--that it would be appreciated if I updated.

*sends random happy thoughts all over the place*

Because, you know, I am very happy. Very content. Very amazed. And very much enjoying the weather, what bit I've been out in, because it is 75 degrees, and that is Wonderful.

Yesterday was the best day I've had in a long, long time.

I have heard from various sources that today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. Not so, say I. I am most wonderfully deliriously happy. I do believe my feet are floating several inches off the ground. I saw someone that Made. My. Day., had a conversation with said person that was fantastic, ate two yogurts, am driving a new car, listened to the best Celtic Music Ever on the great sound system of said car (courtesy of equuschick), and got a random compliment on my hair from someone that I never would have suspected of complimenting young women. (Okay, so it slightly freaked me out, but it was still nice.)

And I feel beautiful and feminine and my hair is behaving just perfectly.

There were several random happenings at the library today. The strangest was that a photographer and a male model came and asked permission to do some shoots in the library, because the photographer was building a portfolio to show to a perspective client. That I can understand. But...to impress someone you come take pictures in THIS LIBRARY? We are not aesthetically pleasing. At all. It's a relic from the '60s, typical library 1960s architecture. (ie, ugly.) But we said yes, and there he was, posing in the stacks with his long blond hair and typical model-type clothes. It was hilarious.

The cutest little girl was standing next to her mother at the checkout desk, trying to hold onto her jacket and her books. Finally she gave up and yelled in frustration, "Mommy, I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH HANDS!" I sympathise entirely.

There are a lot of things I wish I could talk about right now.

...I'm not unhappy.