The worst thing happened this past weekend. I ruined my phone. It was an accident I assure you, but, it went through the washing machine in the pocket of my jeans. I was in a hurry to wash my jeans and simply forgot to check my pockets. If my wallet hadn’t fallen out of the other pocket it would have been washed too. But, it is a little bit bigger and bulkier so fell out of my pocket and I didn’t even realize it until I saw it on the floor the next day. Actually, when I discovered my phone in the washer and knew immediately what had happened the thought crossed my mind to wonder where my wallet was because both had been in pockets. I was so upset about washing my phone that I forgot to check my pockets for the ear buds before putting the load in the dryer. Those went through the dryer in the pocket and well lets just say the lump I threw in the trash didn’t look much like the ear buds I liked so much. So, after going to the Verizon store, finding out that the phone is insured and the deductible for that is still less than the upfront cost of upgrading I’ve filed an insurance claim and they are sending me a new phone, I have to send the old one back to them. There is nothing they can do with it I’m sure, but, my guess is that it is to prove I’m not scamming them for a phone. I do hope that my pictures were all backed up to the cloud. I’m not sure about that…
There were a couple of times over the weekend that my eight year old granddaughter did things that really made me feel loved by her. She’s a sweetheart. Sometimes her rowdy behavior does get on my nerves and I have to send her out of my basement. But, she is a loving and serving child. She does things for me without being asked and those times really warm my heart. Acts of service is not my particular love language, but, I recognize it in her and know that when she spontaneously does something for me, like going downstairs and getting my glasses for me when I didn’t wear them upstairs, I know that she is loving me. She was out with her aunt on Saturday making cookies and when she came back she brought me a plate of cookies downstairs singing, “We wish you a Merry Christmas…” Then she took my cup upstairs and made me a cup of cocoa to go with the cookies. How much more of a blessing could she possibly be? For both her and her brother, when the rest of the adults chase them off they come downstairs to me. I am the default adult they go to when they are chased off, when they want something to eat, when their feelings are hurt and so much more. Sometimes they just come downstairs to play in my sewing room because that is where I am and they can make a fort under my cutting table or the quilting frame and they do have a stash of toys down here and the colors and coloring books are here. Sometimes they just come down to spend time with me.
Recently I’ve been reading for authors that I’ve volunteered to help in one way or another. I love helping the indie author community. Sometimes I wonder if I get in over my head though. When reading seems more like work than fun. Still, I love the opportunity to help. Over the weekend I sent half of a manuscript to the author and promised the other half this week. In the mean time a read a short novel that I’d had in the Kindle library since the first of September and hadn’t gotten around to reading. It was a delightful noir read. I’ll post the review this coming Friday. Tomorrow I’ll start on the other half of the book I’m reading for this other author. I’m enjoying it, but, it is more like work because of the comments I need to make. It is a personal memoir and I do like memoirs. That must be because I’m a relationship person and I love people. It is my calling.
I may not have an active social life in the real world. But I still love people, just one at a time in person though. When there are too many people, even if they are all my family, I get overwhelmed. That happened when we had a big family gathering in October. I did not realize just how the large family would affect me. I love them all, but, having everyone in the same house was just so overwhelming that I had to remove myself to the outdoors. It was a good thing the location was the desert southwest where the temperatures were quite mild in late October.
That family gathering was worse than the busy stores at Christmas. I hate shopping and holiday shopping is the worst. I’ve known for years that holiday shopping or even grocery shopping during the holiday season causes me some anxiety. This year I’ve been doing a bit of shopping here and there for several months. At this point I don’t even remember everything I’ve bought, though I do think I have most of it stored in the same approximate location. I’ll have to take inventory and see what is missing for whom. The rest may be online purchases if I do need to get anything else. Though I don’t think I need to get much more. This was the first year that I managed to make purchases through out the months before so I’m not out during the cold winter weather shopping when everyone else is too.
I’m hoping that I can also find the time between reading, writing, laundry and such to do some sewing. I have a couple things that I’ve promised and haven’t worked on recently. I may not get them done before Christmas but hopefully not long afterward. It is a goal. Plus, now that I’ve purchase needles that I believe will fit the vintage quilting machine I bought 19 months ago maybe, just maybe I can get some practice in quilting on it so I can finish a quilt I have that is ready to load onto the frame and be quilted. It is the only one I have the flimsy completed and the back and batting all cut and ready. I’d like to get some practice in and finish it before summer. I do have some cheater fabrics that I could use to practice quilting and make some give away quilts.
I also finally set myself a daily Bible reading time. At least Monday through Friday that is. After I get my husband out the door to work I go back downstairs and instead of crawling back in my bed and getting another cycle of sleep I sit in my rocking chair with my Bible and either my phone or my laptop to pull up the Bible gateway site. I read and study and use the Bible gateway resources to read commentary or other study materials related to what I’m reading. You know, I’ve read the Bible through more than once and some parts many, many times. Still, every time there is something new that I get out of reading it. If there were only one book in the entire world that I could have it would be my Bible. It truly is the living Word of God. I’d never tire of reading it and learning from it.
That is the life of this retired grandma. The bad, the not so bad and the good.