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Grateful – Holy Week edition

I missed my self-imposed deadline for this post yesterday because of my self-imposed “no work” rule for last weekend. So now that we’re full on into Holy Week, here’s a list of some of the things I was grateful for last week.

  1. Getting a paycheck on Friday.
  2. Being able to pay the mortgage before the paycheck was deposited.
  3. coffee with ES and the great Miss O on Friday afternoon
  4. getting through the whole week waiting for people at Evil Corporate Job to get their stuff done so we could publish training and not once succumbing to the urge to smart off about it
  5. A successful process redesign meeting that gives my team a chance to actually meet expectations without killing ourselves
  6. spending time with G on Thursday evening, Friday evening, Saturday afternoon and then evening and Sunday morning/afternoon
  7. Meeting G’s youngest son on Sunday afternoon
  8. Honest conversations with G about this being the season of anniversaries of his wife’s death/funeral etc.
  9. Amazing revelations by MA of what G has told her he’s willing to do to make this relationship work long-term
  10. chocolate
  11. sleeping in on Saturday and Sunday
  12. Not doing anything that resembled “work” from Friday at 9:15 p.m. until Sunday at 9:15 p.m.
  13. Suds America–the Twin Cities’ version of a Fluff’n'Fold — even when they told me that they couldn’t get my blankets done on Friday because Brittney Spears et. al. had dropped off 12 bags of laundry as a rush job just before I came in. No lie. I’m guessing it mostly wasn’t underwear.
  14. The snow on Wednesday and Sunday melted on the same day.
  15. Libby the Wonder Poodle feeling better after a couple of days on the anti-biotic (which proves my theory that it was a UTI and not old-age incontinence.)

Author: Not Fainthearted

A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.

3 Comments

  1. I love your laundry story. I also love all of your lovely G. stories.

  2. Your blankets were bumped for Britney Spears laundry? No that is not something you hear every day.