A post about a weekend in July:
On Friday evening I found some roses on my doorstep. A kind friend had sent them to start my weekend off well, and they sure did.
On Saturday I received an unexpected envelope from the company for which I work. Inside was a card to celebrate my 20th work anniversary and $400 in American Express gift cards. Woo-hoo!
Saturday evening my son announced that he’d seen a hummingbird flying around outside. I looked out the window, and yes, there was a hummingbird visiting the hostas. It tasted most of the flowers on the plant, so we got to watch him for at least a minute, which is like an hour in hummingbird time.
It was not all good surprises.
On Saturday, I was surprised when my husband, who had been splitting logs outside, came in and asked if any of the walk-in clinics were still open. He thought he had broken his finger. The walk-ins were not open, so he had to go to the hospital. On the bright side, his finger was not broken (but he babies it as if it were, typical man). 😉
Also on Saturday, a bottle dropped out of my arms as I was carrying it to the recycling bin. It bounced off the hard floor (wow!) and I thought I might luck out, but when it landed back on the tile, crash! Glass everywhere. On the bright side, as I was cleaning up the glass, I noticed that the dishwasher was leaking. I pointed this out to my husband and he fixed it. We were both glad to have discovered it before it became a major problem.
On Sunday, Livia said her stomach was hurting. She often says her stomach is hurting, though, so we’re never sure how seriously to take it. She was also pale and quiet and when she went to take a bite out of her breakfast waffle, blaaaagh. Vomit everywhere. On the bright side, . . . there’s really no bright side for this one.
And that was our weekend full of surprises.