Not My Best Day
Today has not been my best day.
I got up bright and early to start the wash. As I hung the last piece of laundry on the clothesline, it began to rain.
Thinking it would only take an hour, I organized the snake pit of cords and electronic devices in my office, record bills, and run errands before sitting down to write. By the time I finished it was almost lunchtime.
When Anne said she wouldn’t be home for dinner, I decided to make a nice lunch for the family since Hiram’s home today, and we don’t get to eat together very often. The blueberry pie boiled over.
When I finally settled down work on my new website, I clicked on a page that needed editing. But the page wasn’t there, though I distinctly remembering clicking the save button. It took a long time to write last week. It will take a long time to write it again.
While I worked on the website, Anne made cookies. When I discovered the page was missing, I went to the kitchen and ate three cookies before realizing they had raisins in them. I don’t like cookies with raisins in them.
An email greeted me when I got back to work again. The CD I sent for a church group to review wouldn’t play for them. It wasn’t until after burning a new CD that I reread the email. They’d been putting the CD in a DVD player.
This definitely has not been my best day.
Choosing an image to accompany this dismal post wasn’t easy, until I found this picture of the hydrangea on the east side of our house. Even though today has not been my best day, the picture made me smile because no matter how bad today is, the hydrangeas keep blooming. Not only that, but the sun is shining (thank goodness I left the clothes on the line in hopes of better weather), my husband loves me, my kids are healthy and in love, we can pay our bills each month, and our sorry excuse of a dog now lives with my brother and his saintly wife.
Today hasn’t been my best day, but it’s still very, very good.
