We'd taken a couple Saturdays off from the yard sale thing--last week we drove to the theater for the new Star Trek, instead--so I found these at sales this week:
(I'd just added this to my Amazon wish list last week!)
Oh, and two like-new vintage sheets (from a vacation cabin,the woman said. Probably the book came from there, also), with all sorts of blue 1970's flowers for Naomi who called them yellow submarine cool.
Then guess what? After lunch and cleaning house, my online buddy, Ann, and her husband, Paul, stopped by! They arrived two hours early so there I was scrubbing the bathtub when Tom opened the front door--oh my! It was good for me not to have finished the housecleaning. Good, but a test, because of my neat-freak tendencies. Er hem.
Ann said she felt as though she'd been to Hobbit Cottage before, what with all the photos I've shown you all.
We led Ann and Paul down the street to that outdoor 50's style diner. At the deck beside the creek, we ate ice cream and laughed and chatted, then we led them to the portion of the Erie Canal in our former town and wow! We passed a huge boat race and car show and an outdoor band concert and it was as though Tom and I recalled, "Hey! There's a whole other world of activity outside on Saturdays besides yard sales. Imagine that."
We all stood beside the canal, took pictures with Paul and Ann, then they hit the road again for their Maryland home.
Ann was the third online friend I'd met in-person. She'd read my blog for around ten years (and is a Facebook friend), so I figured, most likely, neither she nor Paul were axe murderers and we'd be safe. :)
What a delight to get to know other folks, especially ones as sweet and funny as Ann and Paul.
But then--uh-oh! All day Sunday I ignored my own advice (and God's) and thought about 'things of a bad report', things and certain folks I cannot change, but lately have frustrated myself trying to do so anyway.
Eegads! I kept reminding myself to 'follow peace', to stop wanting what God doesn't want for me, to accept what I must (letting God change me, instead) and return to contentment---
---and the creativity which comes after you've moved forward. It's acceptance, hope and trust which blows away the dreadful Bad-Things-Concentration Cloud, the one which spoils what could have been a memorable, carefree day.
Thankfully, today's been much, much better. Why? Has anything changed? Only my choice of thoughts, but always, that's enough to brighten the colors of everything still left unchanged.
"Do all things without grumbling or questioning, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world..." ... Philippians 2:14,15
An example of letting a dream die so another can live? Rather than seeking a new house (which neither God nor Tom seem to want), I've been convicted to just keep seeking ideas to make this house all vintage-y and the best that it can be.
(Though that all sounds much more simple than it's been in Real Life. The dream of a new house is taking months to die. Ergh.)
Hooray! The new Lucy statue was unveiled this weekend in Celoron, NY. Beautiful. Really.
One way I choose to start my mornings with a huge smile? This. (I've watched it an embarrassing amount of times. It floods my heart with giddiness.)
Or in other words: