I’m writing this in the late afternoon. George is at my side, rain is softly falling, and my husband is in the kitchen putting something in the oven. I hold no hopes for what he’s making because lately when he cooks, it’s the same meal over and over again, and it’s really not my favorite thing. But I’m keeping my mouth shut and counting my blessings. And by no means am I complaining.
It’s been raining all day but I don’t mind. We needed it, and I spent most of the day at work anyway. But summer hours have begun, so that’s always a treat.
I took a few photos of a little basket that I was given as a gift by a co-worker. She brought it in last week on the last day of teacher meetings and told me it was because she thought I needed a little pick-me-up after the tough year I had.
I was touched.
I guess I did have a rough school year, but only compared to some. There is so much to be thankful for and what goes around comes around. I know it’s silly but it’s one of my favorite expressions, because it’s true.
Today I talked to an angel at the billing offices of Johns Hopkins Physicians services. There was a huge mix-up that had me wringing my hands and wracking my brain since I got a call from a collection agency last week. Try to imagine the massive piles of billing statements and Explanation of Benefits that I have for all the medical things that my husband has to deal with. Then multiply it and put it in a big filing box because that’s what I do. That angel listened to my story, then began to research all the claims, and soon realized the mistakes, fixing everything. She told me she usually doesn’t answer the phone in that in that department but was filling in for the day to help them out. She was so sorry to have put me through all that worry, she told me. I was so grateful that I didn’t think a mere thank you would suffice, so immediately after I hung up, I wrote her supervisor to commend her.
What goes around comes around.
The sky one evening last week.
My husband pointed it out to me. (I was inside reading a book).
Can you see George?
A little more George for those who miss him.
And speaking of angels . . .
This came in the mail today from an artist who saw my cardinal print on this blog and wrote me asking if she could paint it. I had no idea she would send me one of the finished paintings when I traded my print with her for one of her watercolors.
The details are exquisite. And I love the colors.
CheyAnne Sexton is a regular reader of this blog and her work is just beautiful. She has no idea I’m giving her a shout-out, but what goes around comes around, you know. Please do check out her offerings on her Etsy site ~
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Back to the rain now . . . as I was working on the photos for this post, my husband was in the living room here with me and clicked on the weather channel where I heard this lovely song playing. I told him to stop right there so I could get my phone out and use the Shazam app I downloaded recently.
I am a shameless Shazam freak.
It was Colbie Caillat singing Make It Rain. It’s a little slow in the beginning, and this is the best video I could find which isn’t saying much. But still, good listening for a rainy day.
I smell fish sticks and french fries cooking and it’s so much better than wet doggie fur, I’ll grant you that! Thanks for coming by and spending some time here ~