As some of you may know, I've been sewing in overdrive trying to get ready for a big craft fair this weekend while also increasing pre-holiday inventory in my Etsy store and juggling several custom orders. SO---I have To Do Lists appended to my To Do Lists in an effort to stay focused and IN CONTROL.
Yesterday after I got off work at my day job (and it had been an incredibly difficult day at work), there sat my old gray Taurus with the flattest of flat tires. I was supposed to be at a meeting at 5:30 p.m.---clearly THAT was not going to happen! It was a nearly new tire that had less than 1000 miles on it that I had just replaced a couple of months ago after a blowout. (The photo is not my car, but it is the same color --- I didn't have the presence of mind to take a photo of mine. I need to start carrying my camera everywhere.) I'll have another new tire installed today.
After dealing with that little crisis, I got home and decided to pop open a Diet Coke (my drug of choice) and check my email and Etsy shop …. and the pop tab broke off! I had to chisel my way into the Diet Coke can (not having an old-fashioned can opener handy).
I saved the pop tab for Ronald McDonald House, though. I stayed in a Ronald McDonald House(RMH) with my two young sons when my daughter had two of her four eye surgeries during the first 18 months of her life. And I volunteered at RMH when I lived in Sioux Falls, SD. But I digress….
When I finally opened my email, the Scoutie Girl blog post said in bold print in the middle of the post, We Plan, God Laughs. http://www.scoutiegirl.com/2011/10/reviewing-the-final-step.html.
Okay, already! I'm getting the message. God may have been chuckling as I stumbled through yesterday until I finally got the hints: It's time to slow down, breathe, pare down the To Do Lists, maybe go for a walk to look at the beautiful trees, and GET SOME SLEEP.
I also visited Amazon.com and ordered a used copy of the book We Plan, God Laughs by Sherre Hirsch: http://www.amazon.com/We-Plan-God-Laughs-What/dp/0385523629. The title is from an old Yiddish proverb. I'll read it after the craft fair.
LeAnn aka pasqueflower