“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.”
My goodness, we are socked in by fog this morning. Be careful if you have to drive anywhere before it burns off. The sun is up and trying to make a difference.
So, I woke up this morning with no thoughts. That’s strange. I usually have SOMETHING bouncing around in there.
Then I looked at my phone and there was a message from my dear friend whose husband is in the fight of his life against pancreatic cancer. They are in a good place right now, this minute. Prayers to God that they can stay there. They are fighters. They believe in God and will use every resource given to them. They have support of friends, family, and coworkers. Please, pray for healing, comfort and strength for my friends. They are very, very special.
My desk looks cleanish because I just transferred it all to what we refer to when it looks like this, to the “counter of chaos”. Hopefully I’ll get back to organized by today. Or tomorrow. Then I’ll mess it all up again when I spread out all of my tax paperwork. Thank goodness filing has been delayed. It won’t take long and it’s always an adventure!
I want to send a shout out to one of my absolute favorite postmistresses at the Tire Hill Post Office, Valerie. I hope she doesn’t mind that I grabbed this cute photo from her FB page. I went into the post office last week to mail 9 packages. They were full of fiber on their way to be made into something special. All pre paid and labeled. Valerie and her coworker, Kathy ALWAYS go above and beyond. I’ll never forget one time when I brought in something to mail in one box and Valerie said, “We can do better and make that smaller!” She did and squeezed an elephant (not literally), into a golf ball and saved me a lot of money. They ALWAYS treat you like you are their only customer. So when I went in last Wednesday, I only needed to go in, drop off my packages and head out. She was swamped and by herself, but took the time to get me a rolling bin to help with all of my packages. It took several trips and help from customers to open and close the door for me, but I made it. When I finished, Valerie asked if I needed a receipt. If I did, she would have to weigh and measure each package even though they were already prepaid and addressed and I’d have to wait until she was available, or I’d have to hold everyone else up. No, I think it’ll be fine, I told her. I usually get notified as they pass through each stage of shipping. She was so busy that I couldn’t see holding her up and left, confident that the USPS was going to take good care of my packages.
Finally the fog is burning off and it is supposed to be another beautiful day.
Here’s a mitten update.
Have a blessed day!