Random Good Things or Call Me Pollyanna (at least for the week)

No one has ever mistaken me for “Pollyanna”.  If you have never seen the movie by the same name, it might be worth the watch.  Yes, it is sugary and sappy but it also shows how to find the good in things.  

Focusing on the the positive in my life makes things bright.  I can at times dwell on the negative in the world around us. I am trying to voice my opinion in a honest manner without being confrontational.

Here are some of my “Pollyanna” good things from the past week.

1. I had my annual soft shell crab meal yesterday. It was great. I wanted to make sure I had one before the season had passed.

2. It stormed all day yesterday. Rain, thunder and lightening storms all day. I love watching rain pour off the roof.

3. Thanks to the storms my car (at least for the moment) does not have a lovely shade of green pollen all over it.

4.  I am learning many new things each day at my job.  The best part is I am actually remembering at least a few of them.

5.  Each weekend we are exploring more of the places and spaces that make the area where I live special. 

6.  I am getting my second vaccine shot this week.

7. The tree service came and trimmed our trees this week.  One tree I thought was dead is not, it is a hickory tree which just blooms late.

8.  I have not gotten negative feedback to some of my more vocal FB posts.  Which either means people agree with me or all of my left wing friends have unfollowed or unfriended me. 

9.  I have been planning my meals for the week, breakfast, lunch and dinner.  It makes shopping and preparation easier and healthier.

10. One of the attached units near me sold for almost double what I paid for mine 4 years ago.  No big difference in the units except they have wood floors in the living room and dining room.  I love wood floors but that sure down’t make up for double the price.  Helps the value of my place.

11.  My house has been cleaned, scrubbed and dusted.  I love the smell of Clorox, not seeing dust on the furniture and a stove top that shines.

12.  The days seem to fly.  I sign on to work early and all of a sudden it is noon.  I blink my eyes and it’s the end of the day. 

13. 8 months from today is Christmas.

I hope the coming week has as many “good” things about it.

Well, hope in itself is a good thing. 

See you next week.

Guess what I did this week

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think,” Christopher Robin from Winnie the Pooh fame.

The road back to normalcy can be very slow for some people.

I read an article this morning about how for many like me, reopening can be a unhurried process.

It made me feel good and normal to read something that validates my feelings.

Some people are able to go out gangbusters and act as if they never missed a beat.

For me, it is more like watching a flower open very slowly.

I did hit a milestone.

I left the house four times in the last seven days.

Two of those times, I actually got out of the car too.

The first time was to walk into Publix and get the first of my two shots for COVID. I was nervous because as crazy as it sounds, I haven’t been in a super market in over a year thanks to Instacart.

Just four more weeks until my second Moderna injection.

The second time I ventured out was to get a pedicure. This was a little intimidating because although the place was empty when we arrived by the time we left it was pretty crowded.

Yes, everyone was wearing a mask but I did feel there were more people present than social distancing allows.

I was very happy finish up and move on.

The other two trips out of the house were curbside pick up of things. 

No reason for a celebration except that up until now one trip a week out of my house was a biggie.

My home is my cocoon and I am the caterpillar.

Time to break out of it and become a butterfly? LOL 

Probably not a beautiful butterfly but I can start to fly again.

Baby steps.

Life returning to a new normal for me so carefully.

Now on to the silliness of me.

When I get tired, I get punchy and giddy.  

Suddenly, everything can be funny to me.

Last night, I hit one of those times while dying eggs.

We bought the “deluxe” box of PAAS egg dying kit. We spent $1.79 for this special purchase.

What does a “deluxe” box include?

Plastic wrappers for 6 eggs, I never use those because it causes more work to boil water and then put the colored eggs in to boiling water with the wrappers around it.  Out they went.

A page of stickers.  Stickers of lambs, chicks, pigs (?) and flowers.  Tiny stickers, not worth the effort. Out they went too.

Next is the big bonus, two wire egg dippers vs the one that is normally provided. Yes, two, one for each of us.  Did we use them? No. We used plastic spoons.  We now have 4 wire egg dippers in the silverware drawer, in case there is ever a need for them

The infamous wax crayon to write something creative on the egg.  Did we use this? No.  We were afraid in our current world we would end up writing something that would offend someone. Into the silverware drawer next to the egg dippers.

Eggs rings were available to be assembled.  I put together eight.  But the box said there were 12.  I tore the box apart.  Where were the other four rings.  Finally, I figured it out, I had to cut the box apart to get the other 4 rings to rest the eggs in.  Nope, not happening.  Eight egg rings pitched.

Now here came to me the funniest part.....

In the movie “Father of the Bride”, Steve Martin freaks out in a supermarket because hot dog rolls come in packages of 10 while hot dogs come in packages of eight....why???

Easter egg coloring kits come with nine colors. Why?  Who colors nine eggs? Eggs are colored either by the dozen or 18 or 24. Not 9. Either come up with three more colors or just make six colors.

You will see shortly how we decided to proceed.

Anyway the numbers just made me laugh and I couldn’t stop,

Nine colors, eight rings (unless you do extra work), 30 stickers, six egg wraps and a dozen eggs.

It just seemed like the “new math’ of egg coloring.

It doesn’t sound quite as funny as I write this but last night this was darn hilarious in my very tired state.

Here are the dyed nine eggs.

The other three?  I decided were part of the “cancel culture” and refused to be colored and remained “snowflake” white. 

Uh oh, I might have just lost some readers with that last line.

Oh people get over it, get a grip and find your DAMN sense of humor about it!! 

WE ARE TALKING ABOUT COLORING AND/OR DYING EGGS !!

Here they are in all of their splendor.

Happy Easter!

Happy to slowly getting on with the “new normal”.

See you next week.