Every morning when we are in AZ, the first thing I do in the morning when I get up is open the front door. The Acacia tree in our front yard, about which I have frequently written as it creates so much work for Bill, while being a pain in the neck, also is the home of many birds. I love to hear the birds chirping in our front yard in the early morning hours. Unfortunately, yesterday morning the open front door also allowed me to hear a car accident that took place at our closest major intersection – Brown and Ellsworth – that is probably a quarter of a mile from our house. I heard the sound of screeching tires and then a really loud BOOM. I knew full well that within a few minutes, I would also hear the sound of sirens, and I did. I’m not sure what happened, but I know that someone’s day was ruined. I quickly said a prayer, as I do whenever I hear or see something like that. I was reminded about how our lives can change in the blink of an eye.
It must be the day for accidents, because I almost saw one at the grocery store yesterday afternoon. In fact, I don’t want to brag, but I think that were it not for little ol’ moi, someone’s insurance would have gone up. I was walking back to my car after a quick shop, and there was a car backing up without any tentativeness and another car driving down the aisle, also throwing caution to the wind. They were set to crash, and without thinking, I yelled out at the top of my lungs, “WATCH OUT!” They both stopped suddenly, and crisis averted. I can’t say they even gave me the slightest wave of thanks; nevertheless, I feel as though my attempt to be a blessing to someone every day was successful for that day.
Is it Hot in Here or is it Just Me?
I read a story the other day that made me laugh out loud at the time, and it’s made me laugh out loud every single time I’ve read it. And frankly, that’s very naughty of me because what happened was actually quite unfortunate and dangerous. What was fortunate is that it doesn’t sound as though the person was hurt. Apparently a man shopping at a Costco store in Washington had to swiftly and undoubtedly frantically remove his pants because the cell phone that was in his pocket caught fire. It was NOT a Galaxy Note 7, which has been the topic of much media coverage and discussion because they have been known to spontaneously combust due to the battery getting too hot. The fact that it was NOT a Note 7 does not, my friends, give me much comfort. Instead, it tells me that at any moment, my very own cell phone could go up in flames and though I would not have to remove my pants, I would have to throw aside my new purse. Maybe it really was simpler when telephones were connected to the wall and didn’t start on fire.
Rose Colored Glasses
I suddenly realized the other day that my new favorite color must be dusty rose. Why do I think that? Because I realized that my phone is dusty rose, my iPad cover is dusty rose, and I purchased a new purse at DSW the other day, and it is – you guessed it – dusty rose. I didn’t even realize that I was drawn to that extent to that particular color.