I hate going to workshops with high expectations and coming home feeling as though I've wasted an entire day. Thankfully, this week's workshop was nothing like one of those.
While I was in the workshop, the facilitator mentioned two other books that she liked. I love that I was able to pull up my amazon account, quickly find the books, add them to my cart (which had one lonely book waiting), and have them delivered to my front door. I've
I hate that we don't have a wonderful bookstore nearby. The book aisle at my local Walmart just doesn't cut it. They still have the Hunger Games Trilogy featured; I read that several years ago. And (I may offend a few people here) Nicholas Sparks just doesn't do a thing for me. I crave visits to the big bookstore in Little Rock, but I wonder if I would enjoy my visits so much if I could just pop in any time.
I love that my friend Emily messaged me this week and asked if I wanted to meet and walk this morning. I sometimes meet Melissa and walk, and I've wanted someone close to walk with more often. Why did I never think of Emily - she lives just up the road! Maybe because she's younger and in great shape, and I never thought I could keep up. But I survived our two miles this morning. And I'm not at all offended that I was a frizzy-haired, huffying-wheezing, sweaty mess when we finished and Emily, who had run the mile from her house to meet me, walked the same two miles as me, and was going to run the mile back to her house, looked fresh and glowing. No, I'm not bitter about that at all.
While I am glad that we got in a walk, I hated hearing my alarm this morning. And I was already awake. Why is it that the morning alarm is such an offense noise? My normal alarm is crickets chirping. I thought that might make it a little more soothing in the mornings. But no. Just makes me want the catch every cricket I see and jerk their little legs off.
And now I'm ready to enjoy my quiet Saturday morning. I love Saturday mornings. Just me and the dogs for a few hours. I've got laundry going. The coffee is hot. I've a few new books to browse through before the dew is dry and I have to go mow the yard.
I hate that my coffee cup is empty and the kitchen seems so far away. But I've come up with a brilliant idea. You know those Roomba vacuums that putter around the living room all day just sucking up dust bunnies. I'm going to make a Cofoomba - it will shuttle empty coffee cups back to the kitchen for a refill and then return it to the correct chair in the living room. Doesn't that sound like a great idea? QVC, here I come!