I know you're growing tired of this theme, but I can't help it when the Universe comes calling. You know how, in the original movie Buffy the Vampire Slayer (that campy non-classic movie that most people hated, not the TV series that most people liked) when Kristy Swanson as Buffy told Donald Sutherland as Merrick that she didn't really WANT to be a slayer? "All I want to do is graduate from high school, go to Europe, marry Christian Slater, and die."
Well...all I want to do is stay up late fiddling around on the internet, fall asleep in my OPC (Old People Chair), go to bed at 3:00 and get up at 9:00, go to town for a 44 oz Diet Coke and scratch-off tickets, win at least half my money back, eat a lunch derived from wise choices, take and evening walk with my dogs, and do it all over again the next day. That's not too much to ask, is it?
I don't set out to see subtle signs that my life is on the right track. That dear departed loved ones are letting me know they're around. In fact, if I look for such signs, they're not around. Like yesterday, when I did my errands, head down, seeking another found penny, and none were forthcoming. But let me bop around today, thinking about buying paper plates and bananas, and where to get my scratchers, and the next thing you know, I pull into a parking space at Save A Lot, decide it's too close to the other cars, pull through and take the first space I can fit into with T-Hoe's turning radius, open the door, and almost step on a PENNY as I get out of the car!
It's a little hard to see, but it's right in the middle of the picture. Pics or it didn't happen, Genius always says! Funny how something made me pull through that first space, park here, and even back up (because I'm one of THOSE people) to give myself more room to open my door in case a car parked next to me. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen it, being in the row across from that space, or T-Hoe sitting right on top of it.
Yeah. Today I found another one. To go with the four I found on Monday. And the three I found last week.
What I HAVEN'T told you is what happened on Sunday night. I was sitting on the short couch in the living room, listening to Hick talk about his trip to court (yes, I'm going to tell you about it, maybe tomorrow), but mainly waiting for the sun to go down so I could walk without being fried by that blazing orb. Hick was in the La-Z-Boy, switching channels between Flea Market Flip and Barnwood Builders.
I never watch Barnwood Builders, and the Flea Market Flip shows were reruns on CMT or some channel we don't usually watch. I had Shiba my laptop fired up, typing one of my blog posts. I wasn't really paying attention to Hick OR the TV. I don't like my routine disrupted by this extreme heat. But I can't walk in the evening sun.
So there I sat, Shiba on my lap, glancing up at the TV every now and then while gathering my thoughts. I'll be darned if I didn't look up and see LADYBUGS crawling all over a giant square-hewn log from a dismantled barn!
"Did you see it? Ladybugs!"
"Nah. Oh. There, I see them."
Yeah. Ladybugs and I kind of have a history.