Friday’s Fabulous Finds and My Furry Friend

22 Oct

For where thy treasure is, there also will thy heart be.” ― Anonymous, Holy Bible: King James Version


If you open your eyes, truly open your eyes, you will find treasure in every day. I find lucky pennies and feathers that give me hope. Then, I find beauty and inspiration every evening in the glorious sunset that paints the night sky. Finding treasure in an ordinary day is a gift, a gift you give yourself.

Look how amazing the sky was tonight. Gold treasure in the night sky.

Earlier this afternoon, I found another beautiful butterfly to have a friendly chat with. This is not the first time that a butterfly has befriended me. I was able to pick him up in my hand, but couldn’t snap a picture with the other free hand. I’m not sure why butterflies feel safe and agree to sit in my hand, but they do. Call me silly, but I think they like me.

I found a big ol’ nail in the street, again saving the world from flat tires. I’m always finding rusty nails and screws and pick them up. I often wonder if other people would take the time to pick them up or just keep walking. Maybe that’s why I see them, to prevent a problem for someone else. ( This was a big one.)

I texted my friend Karen to see if she was free for lunch today, and I found her at home and free. So, we met at Nom Nom for a yummy burrito bowl, and a quick three hour lunch. I truly have the finest friends. Having good friends is another treasure.

My furry friend, Bella, has been staying with me for a few days while Mr. Mike is at a training session. She not only keeps me company, but keeps me on my toes. Every three or four hours, she gives me those big puppy dog eyes and says, “Let’s go for a walk.” I think we went out five or six times today. She watches me paint, cook, clean, follows me around, and stands vigil by my side.

“For where thy treasure is, there also will thy heart be.”

These are my treasures, here is my heart. I am truly blessed.

Theme Song Thursday:) I Believe

20 Oct

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” 

― Albert Einstein


I choose to live my life as though everything is a miracle. Some people say they need proof. I open my eyes every day, that’s proof enough for me. With those eyes, I see a beautiful world with glorious sunsets, wonderful people, and sights that sends my heart soaring. With that heart, I feel the love of friends and family, and even when broken or torn apart,  that heart keeps beating and feeling and loving.

Here’s my theme song for to day. “I Believe,” sung by the King…Elvis.


Here’s why I am a firm believer in prayer, positive thinking, and miracles. Last night, I went over to St. Gabriel for our weekly support group. I always walk in the sanctuary before and after the meeting to bless myself with holy water from the font. Sometimes I light a candle with a general prayer or special intention. When I arrived, with a heavy heart and arms full, I set my stuff down on a chair and pushed my offering inside the little donation box next to the candles. I reached for the tall skinny stick that lights the votives, when I noticed something shiny on the floor beneath my feet. It was a single shiny penny. 
Well, if you don’t know my stories about lucky pennies, the short version is, anytime I was troubled or needed a sign that everything was going to be ok, I’d find a lucky penny from heaven. It was always right beneath my feet, and always at the right time. When I lit the candle for the very important prayer and intention that was weighing heavily on my heart last night, that shiny penny was my sign, the assurance that my prayer would be answered and everything was going to be ok. I smiled, looked up and silently said, “Thank you.” 

( I just posted this a few minutes ago and rushed out to take Bella for a walk. Look what we found by the curb on our way home. I had to come in and add this to my post. Yep! I believe. )

I believe.

Wednesday:) Why, What a Wonderful Compliment!

19 Oct

“It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.” 

― Oscar Wilde


You are reading this right now, aren’t you? I’d just like to say, “Thank you and you are wonderful.” Really, you are. You are taking the time to read the daily ramblings of an aging self-proclaimed healing optimist. You are the best part of my journey. You are amazing…but then again, so am I. We are amazing! (That’s for Mom)

I’ve mentioned many times that I enjoy giving people compliments because it makes them feel good. They are always honest and sincere compliments like, that color is perfect for you or I love your blouse, or what an adorable baby. All honest compliments, and it costs nothing to share.

But, you know what’s even better than giving a kind compliment? Yes, you guessed it, receiving a wonderful compliment.

I was running around all day today, feeding and walking Bella, doing laundry, taking a long walk, cleaning bathrooms, then running over to Michael’s and Joann Fabrics. I bought a bunch of things on sale at Michael’s that I really didn’t need,  because I am a crafter, and that’s what we do. When I was looking on my phone for different coupon offers, I noticed that Joann’s had an additional 20% for seniors today only. Woo hoo! Right up my alley. Plus, you only have to be 55 years or older. I’ve got that more than covered.

I was buying a bunch of glass paint for painting my wine glasses and vases, because the paint rarely goes on sale, and 20% off is pretty good. But, please don’t ask me why I needed ten pounds of air dry clay. I’m a crafter. I may want to make some more crucifixes for my cross collection. Or not?

Now, here’s the cute part. I used my 40% off one regular priced item for my clay, but then I asked the gal, “Today is senior discount day, right?” She said, “Yes, but you’re not a senior. You have to be 55 or older.” AND… She was dead serious. I said, “Seriously? You don’t think I’m a senior? I’m 63.” She looked at me again and said, “You’re kidding!” She really wasn’t joking.

That’s when I professed my undying love and devotion to this kind woman at the counter of Joann’s. But, I did ask her how old she thought I might be, and she said maybe late 40’s-early 50’s. I couldn’t quite reach behind the counter to give her a big hug, but I did tell her that she just made my day. Then, of course, I whipped out my phone and said, “I’ve got to get a picture and blog about this today.”

This is the very kind and perhaps far-sighted Miss Donna. Well, she does wear glasses. Maybe they were all smudged up. Actually, it was a very nice compliment, and I’m going to run with that.

Have a great Wednesday, my friends. You are amazing!

Tuesday:) Two Feathers and Taking Care of Business,Again

18 Oct

“Self-discipline is self-caring.” 

― M. Scott Peck


The alarm was set for 7am. I needed to get up early, feed my house guest and take her for a walk. (Bella, the dog) Then, a quick shower and out the door by 8:15. I got a call last week about the results of my mammogram. They needed to do a follow up and recheck, something different from last year’s film. I wasn’t too concerned until I was asked to remain after the initial rescan for an ultrasound. After an extensive ultrasound with the the technician, the doctor/radiologist came in to talk to me. She said not to be too concerned, but I should come in for another ultrasound and follow-up in six months. I will do that. We all need to be taking care of business and ourselves.

Ah, another lovely shot of the blue angel gown before the exam. Yes, I take pictures of everything.

After nearly two hours of prodding, smooshing, and squishing, I decided to do some retail therapy at one of my favorite stops, Steinmart. I found a few comforting items. New happy clothes, new happy spirit. Plus, every thing was on sale. Even happier.

Taking care of business…retail.

I stopped at Half Priced Books on the way home. I haven’t been there in ages. I love to browse at all the beautiful books, especially the art books. Too many choices. I found a lucky feather right outside my car door.

By now I’d worked up an appetite and stopped at McD’s for a chicken sandwich and an iced tea and people watching. I promised myself on the way home that I’d stop and Walgreens and take care of the vaccines and immunization so that I needed and have been putting off. I needed the DPT booster that is strongly recommended for anyone coming in contact with a new born baby. Yay! That will be me in Decemeber when I get to meet my new granddaughter. Then, I needed the dreaded shingles shot, because, well, I guess because I’m old and don’t want to get shingles unless they are on the roof of my house. I was so brave. You’d be proud of me.

I had the pharmacist take the picture. I couldn’t do a selfie and squeal at the same time. Just kidding. It didn’t hurt. 

While I was waiting for the shots, I started chatting with a lady waiting for her prescription. We waited and chatted a good ten minutes before I said, “If we have to wait any longer, maybe we should open your bottle of wine. I’ll go buy some plastic cups.” She concurred. Her name is Margaret. We’ll probably never see each other again, but who knows. She likes wine. Me too!

I scurried home to let Miss Bella out. Later, I fed her and we went for a long walk. I found another lucky feather. This was a big one.

It was a good day to take care of important business…namely ME. Two feather Tuesday is always a good sign.

Monday Morning Meeting Mary at McDonalds and My Montage

18 Oct

A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be. ~Douglas Pagels


Wow! That’s a lot of alliteration, isn’t it? Monday morning… Lots of m’s. Yesterday, while greeting before Mass, Mary and I agreed that we needed to get together sometime for coffee and conversation. It’s hard to talk in between all the “Good morning. How are you? Nice day.” We agreed on Monday morning.

Mary is one of those sweet, soft spoken, behind the scenes boundless bundles of energy. We met last year at church one morning before Mass. We had volunteered to greet at the door, and we immediately became good friends. During our brief half hour chats at the front door of St. Gabriel’s, we shared snippets of friends, families, hopes, dreams, joys, and sorrows. It’s amazing how much you can learn about someone in just a few minutes on a Sunday morning. After a few weeks of small talk and pleasantries at the door, I shared the story of my divorce and healing process. We’ve met for coffee a few times and have had great conversations. That’s when I found out why I was meant to meet Mary.

One of the many avenues that Mary generously shares with her community is being an advocate for Catholics going through the annulment process. It can be a confusing and tedious venture. Mary is helping me as I start with the mounds of paperwork. I’m a firm believer in God putting people in our path for a reason. Mary has literally been a God-send to me. 

This morning, we agreed to meet at McDonald’s at 9:30. Here’s a cute story. So, I got out of my car and started walking towards the door just as Mary was doing the same. I opened my arms from a distance and said loudly, “Good morning Miss Mary!” Then we hugged, just like we do at church. A lady about our age was walking out of McDonalds and giggled as Mary and I hugged like school girls in the parking lot. I walked over to this stranger with open arms, smiled and said, “Good morning,” and gave her a big hug. She smiled, hugged me back and said, “I needed that today! Thanks.” Then, she walked over to her car and drove away.

Hmm? You never know how you can influence someone with just a smile or a hug or a kind word. It doesn’t cost a thing. “We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.”

Here are a few pictures of me and Mary. 

Here we are, “dishing the dirt,” literally, at the ground breaking ceremony at church a few weeks back.

I have been blessed with the greatest friends, old ones and new ones. God puts many wonderful people in our path. We get to choose which paths to take.

A week in a peek…

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff:) Perseverance 

17 Oct

“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” 

― Confucius


A beautiful Sunday morning here in McKinney. My friend Mary was already greeting at the door when I arrived at church at 8:30. Always good to see her smiling face.

Today’s Gospel was about the persistent widow who kept returning to the judge for vindication. ..

Jesus told his disciples a parable, to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor regarded man; and there was a widow in that city who kept coming to him and saying, ‘Vindicate me against my adversary.’ For a while he refused; but afterwords he said to himself, ‘Though I neither fear God nor regard man, yet because this widow bothers me, I will vindicate her, or she will wear me out by her continual coming (Lk 18:1-6).'”

“Ask and you shall receive,” not perhaps what you wanted, but what God knew you needed. “Seek and you shall find,” not the easy way which you thought you deserved, but the harder way which would make you more deserving of heaven. “Knock and it shall be opened unto you,” not the door you were standing at, which would have delayed or endangered your progress, but the door further down the street where refreshment and new courage to continue on your upward climb were awaiting you.

— Excerpted from The Sunday Readings Cycle C, Fr. Kevin O’ Sullivan, O.F.M.

My take on it…never give up, be faithful and persistent, and if all else fails, do like the widow did. Bug the “heck” out of the judge until you are vindicated.

Sunday’s sermon is always thought provoking. I thought about things that we pray for and wish for. We don’t always get the things we asked for. It’s kind of like Christmas when you were a kid. Sometimes you got socks and school clothes instead of a new bike. You really needed the clothes, didn’t you? Life is like that sometimes. 

Saturday Surprises

16 Oct

“Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.” ― Samuel Johnson


It was nice to sleep in this morning, no alarm set, no agenda. I called Mom and headed out for my morning walk. As I rounded the park, I noticed a bunch of kids running around and a little train scooting through the park. I stopped and asked one of the moms what was going on, she said it was the neighborhood HOA fall festival. They had face painters, popcorn, candy, and the kids had costumes on. When I sat to watch, I was enlisted to be a judge for the Halloween costume. A nice surprise.

Here was our first place choice. An adorable Minnie Mouse.

Second place was a pretty pirate girl.

I sat with some neighbors and chatted a while, snacking on some popcorn. Then, off to finish my walk. It was already getting warm. I came home, contemplating what I’d have for lunch and how to waste the rest of my day. I decided maybe a trip to Michaels, a little craft shopping always makes for a fun day. 

As I was checking emails, my phone pinged with a text. It was my friend…and world’s finest realtor (plug), Linda Grossman. She asked what I was doing, and I replied, just sitting around. She asked if I wanted to go to Tupps Brewery for a beer. Well, what a nice surprise! Tupps is a local brewery with live music, tours, and today they were having a chili cook-off. 

Maylee Thomas and George Fuller performed. It was a fun venue. 

We tried five or six different chili samples. By now I’d already had two beers, one too many for me. It was a great afternoon and evening. 

I told Linda, it never fails, when I start thinking what I should do on a lazy Saturday, and wish that someone would call, someone calls. It’s like I manifest it. It’s so cool. Such a nice surprise!

Then, my evening walk surprised me with a misty glowing full moon. Lucky me. Amazing!