It really feels good!
Yes, this is a special day. The rest of my life seems to now be set. We have decided on the unit, rented it and will pick up the key on the 12th. Once moved, it will take a bulldozer to uproot me again for at least 5 years. (Of course, I remember one move where I insisted that the day I moved from that particular locality, it would be in a wooden box! I am very greatful to God that He ignored me while I was uttering that particular proclamation.)
We will see.
I spent my lunch hour getting all the messy little loose ends worked out. Your know the ones - electricity, phone, cable....etc. Actually, I wanted to get everything done as fast as I possibly could so that it would be almost impossible to change our mind or switch, yet again, to another option. I'm sick and tired of exploring my options!
Now, with all that stuff out of the way, I was able to really do some work on this website. I petitioned to join the Missing and Exploited Children's webring. I really hope to hear back from them. This would allow me to put one of their banners on my homepage that would display the pictures (alternating) of different wee ones that are lost.
You see, this was my original purpose behind creating the page. I wanted to contribute something, help somehow - share something. I will feel much better as I am able to realize this more and more. I hope that doesn't sound sappy. I am definately not a "Pollyanna", though it certainly wouldn't be a terrible thing if I were! I am just trying to contribute something. I really don't know why. My touch at immortality, perhaps?
I am still at work and counting the minutes to 5:00 p.m. Normally I am not such a clock watcher, but tonight I must market! I have an entire list of grocery items that must be gathered and, in addition, I must pick up various sundry items relating to safety. Safety glasses in particular. I am working on mastering (ha!) stone carving. My dear husband Keith is willing to weather this stage of my artistic (ha again) development, but is not willing to pay for the reconstructive surgery and guide dog after I injury myself in the venture. Hence the glasses. What makes it even more of a difficult shopping venture this evening is Keith will be with me.
Why is it that men don't like to shop? Or is it just my man? He would rather have his teeth cleaned than step foot into the mall. Christmas shopping is my territory. If he mustgo, the routine goes something like this: Him: "You DO know EXACTLY what you are looking for, right?" Me: "Well, sort of." Him: "What do you mean SORT OF?" Me: "Well, it helps to look around for ideas." Him: "Ideas come from the mind not the mall!" Usually at this point I give up and just go in and purchase what must be purchased at that moment. And brother, you had better know what you want because Keith will walk/jog through the store, money in hand and wait by the check-out, foot tapping. Not a pleasant experience. Wish me well tonight.
I sincerely do wish you well!
Journi
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