Sunday, June 25, 2017

Friday Letters ... on Sunday

Well, I used to really enjoy this format, but was too uninspired on Friday to do anything about it.

Dear Mr. God,

That was you wasn't it, speaking to us through Lynn Anderson's voice?  "I beg your pardon ... I never promised you a rose garden."

I dunno, that notion just popped in my head the other day when I started to whine about the heat.

Dear Dr. E,

I'm delighted to learn this rash and awful itch on my neck and upper chest isn't anything debilitating.

But seriously, a sun allergy?  Seriously?!

Maybe, I might spend 30-45 minutes outside each summer day.  At most.  And you recommend I purchase solar-resistant clothing?
Well, I just checked and they're awfully expensive.

OK, I'll strike a deal and buy the scarves.
But these prescriptions better do the trick.  I'd hate to have to change direction and move to Seattle ... or London.

Dear Random Receptionist,

When I phoned to renew our annual maintenance agreement, your greeting made my day:

"Good morning, this is Brenda, how are you?"
... said with a smile.  (We can hear a smile, you know.)

Just a twist of words, but it put a smile on my face, too.  Thanks!

on the other hand .....
Dear Executive Caller,

Would it kill you to identify yourself up front?   
When I pick up the phone and hear, "Is 'M' there?" ... or better, "Is 'M' busy?" ... it's annoying as heck to have to guess who's calling.
It doesn't make you more important.  (...just a jerk.)
I may be just the hired Doberman, but I take my door-keeper duties seriously.

Dear Harkins Theaters,

Thank you!  I'd about decided going 'out' to the movies was a waste of money.  Then y'all came along with 'reserve-your-own' seat assignments .... and comfy leather recliners.  Now, my only problem is keeping DH awake!

BTW, if anyone's interested, we both give Meagan Leavy 5 stars.  More than a few folks actually applauded at the end.

In closing, an Idle Question ...
Why can't real life more closely resemble HGTV's House Hunters?

... more about that later!

Have yourselves a wonderful new week, OK?
Hugs from Phoenix!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Changes and challenges

Oh, but I dislike change!
Yes, I'm fretting.  Why?

Another blogger said it best:
"We work so hard at being in control while things just keep being hurled at us, proving that we're not."  So, we worry.  We fret about the things that scare us.  And then we worry some more.

Due to a coveted lobby renovation, the comfortable spot I've called my 'home-away-from-home' these last 14 years is going away ... favor of a 1-in-4 pod (aka, Cell block B)

... Never mind that construction may not begin for another year, I can't help but feel I'm getting the bum's rush.  Silly, perhaps, but the first thing that popped in my mind was, "This is the first time in 47 years I won't have a desk of my own." 
There, I said it.  Ego, party of one.

As management prefers the 'simplistic' look (absolutely no pin-ups), I found a simple silver picture frame plus an old ash tray that belonged to my dad for holding paperclips and the like.  
I need a private, tangible reminder of my parents who worked so hard, so long without complaint.  Because of their example, I don't know how to give less than 100%.

But! If all goes according to plan (there's that 'control' thing again), I'm not long for this particular arena.  This down-sizing should be a good practice for our own move.

Meanwhile, instead of visiting blogs while eating lunch at my desk, I'll be going to the designated breakroom; and when (if?) the weather cools, taking a seat on the grassy knoll out back.  Pretty, isn't it?

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On the home-front, we've finally(!) new flooring in the great-room.
We opted for ceramic tile (v. laminate or hardwood) for simpler maintenance. 

No, I'm not fond of the transition piece -- but truly it was the best of the lot.   Since ours is an open concept floor plan, I may see about ordering the same pattern for a kitchen back-splash to tie things together.  (OCD, much?)

* * *

In other news ....
Sassy B.J. (at Sweet Nothings) recently shared this Farmer's Prayer on her Facebook page.  Oh, what wonderful lessons I'm blessed to receive from friends and strangers, alike!

Anyway, in light of those who are facing real challenges, I couldn't wait to share it here:

A visiting Priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Farm County. He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began ...

“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The Priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.

Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Priest was overly worried. However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on,

“And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”
Just as the Priest was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued,
“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, I do love fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are sayin' to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till You are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin' even better than biscuits.

Hugs from Phoenix, and 
... have yourselves a wonderful new week!



Sunday, June 4, 2017

Dogs on a Plane ... and House Hunters (Chapter 1)

I wonder, is there anyplace better to 'people watch' than a large metropolitan airport?
Unfortunately, arriving two hours prior to our 6AM flight time (I'm nothing if not obedient!)  there was little in the way of entertainment.  

(Lifted from the web)

.... That is, until a young lady arrived at the gate with a big ole hairy pooch wearing a 'service' scarf, a goofy grin and waggily tail.  Aw!  
Dog lovers, DH and I got a real kick out of watching 'Pearson' wander around, accepting pats and scratches.
So, what's wrong with this picture?  I've no issue, but it's my understanding a real service dog won't leave its master/mistress while on the job.  Color me curious!

Happily, once on the plane we were seated directly behind Pearson and his girl ... where I eagerly eavesdropped on her conversation with their seatmate.

Turns out Pearson was originally prescribed as an 'emotional support' animal after repeated panic attacks.  The seatmate inquired, "So, what does he do if you become distressed?"

"Oh, he'll jump in my lap and start kissing my face."
(I guess she didn't plan on having a panic attack while on her cruise, so Pearson was spending time with his 'grandma and grandpa' while in Tampa.)

Too cute ... if you can get away with it.

On the other hand, our return flight was delayed while the flight attendants asked passengers upfront if they'd mind relocating to accommodate a service animal.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't an attractive 20-something wearing a micro-miniskirt, pulling an aging black lab.  From his aisle seat, row 5, one congenial fellow kept me amused: 

"Ha! Now, the dog's laying across the other lady's feet."
"You're not going to believe this.  The princess is already on her cell phone and we're still climbing!"
"... OMG, the dog's licking her seatmate's toes!"

Something else.  'Mr. Congeniality' shared that his best friend is deathly afraid of big dogs.  "... and what about folks who are allergic?"

I sure don't have answers, do you?  Takes all kinds, I guess.

Gotta say, unlike so much ugly brouhaha the media is fond of trumpeting, our Southwest flight crews and fellow passengers were really, really pleasant.

* * *

Yes, we're really planning to relocate to Alabama (hopefully) next spring, and took advantage of our unscheduled vacation time to drive this-way-and-that.  

'Just wish I'd been more candid up-front. 
I don't want to call it 'wasted', but we lost one day looking at neighborhoods my DIL recommended that were way, way out of our price range.

Pretty sure, we'd like to plant ourselves in a SMALL town - with easy access to the metro and good health-care facilities.
I'd in mind a 50's-era bungalow with a little yard, sweet front porch and blessed central air.
We'd have been wise to consult a real estate agent.

You know that phrase, 'Right Love at the Wrong Time'?
Back home, I've fallen in love with this place online.  Seriously, it meets every stinkin' item on my wish-list.  Tom's reached out to the listing agent ... but we're just not in a position to act on it now.  
"1945 bungalow-style home, close enough to walk into town and enjoy a popsicle, a hot dog or enjoy a specialty treat at Dairy Queen.
No need to fight traffic for parking for downtown fireworks; just walk down to the historic Bibb Graves Bridge for the very best views."

Like an idiot, I keep going on Zillow every day to make sure it's still there.  I'll be hugely disappointed when it sells, but have to trust God has something else - maybe better(!) - in mind.

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So, zat's zat .. thanks for visiting!
I hope y'all have a super new week and stay cool!

Hugs from Phoenix,