Pocketful of Memory Cards

 I've never believed there was anything sinister about Friday the 13th, and I'm not going to start believing it now...but I have to say, today was not my best day of the week.  I do not possess the virtue of patience, and I was given the gift of the opportunity to develop that part of my character in many ways today.   First I waited for an hour and half at the walk-in clinic for an appointment to renew a prescription.  Luckily I was prepared with a book and a decaf.  Later, I waited for a half hour for computer crash to clear itself at a Case Furniture Gallery .  I have to say Sandra was so cheerful and such a big help that I really didn't mind.  And she was just as cheerful when she lent me her jumper cables to give my car a boost because it wouldn't start. I thought I'd left my lights on and killed the battery, but apparently not. I only had to wait about twenty minutes for the tow truck to pick me up and deposit me at the car deale...

In 1984 I met this really cute guy at the laundromat.  I should have seen a red flag when I noticed the fraying green underwear he was folding, but I was drawn to those baby blues, staring with such confidence into my flirty browns.   I also missed the next flag, when he drove me home from our first date at The Bullring (after my purse was stolen), in an rusting Ford Capri .   After graduating from university, my now husband picked up a grey Hyundai Pony we named “Silver”.   A couple of years after our son was born, we purchased our First Brand New Vehicle...a 1989 Honda Accord.  We kept the Pony as a second vehicle and drove it practically into the ground...I'm pretty sure there were holes in the floorboards while my spouse was still driving it.  Still, it sat motionless in our driveway for quite a while, along with the spiffy red truck he purchased from a buddy.  I don’t remember how I convinced my hubby to eventually put Silver out t...

I returned from walking the dog this morning to find a snail gradually making it's way up my front step. There's something to be said for the unhurried, purposeful way they move, so opposite of the frantic, distracted pace I've embraced. I headed back out a little while later and discovered two more little guys, and watched them for a while.  They moved so slowly I could barely see any progress. When I turned away for a few moments and looked back, it surprised me how much they had moved. Perhaps there's a lesson in that.

When we returned home from the hospital after my mother passed away yesterday morning, we searched out her bible.  A piece of paper marked a page, and in her handwriting, the name of the following verse directed us to this message from her. 2 Corinthians 13: 11-13 And now my friends, good-bye!   Strive for perfection; listen to my appeals; agree with one another; live in peace,   And the God of love and peace will be with you. Greet one another with the kiss of peace. All of God’s people send you their greetings. The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.