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There was one day this week that it hasn't rained in Philly. Yesterday. (Wednesday.) And by rain, I don't mean umbrella time. I mean I had to pull the backyard heavy-duty umbrella off the plants during the storm after it fell over and broke our picnic table in half, because the storm was still coming in.
Wednesday is our usual day to shop, but we had plans to go to a museum to see the Jurassic Park dinosaurs instead, meaning we had to go shopping today.
Not good enough. Hubby had insomnia Tuesday night, plus the President and PM Mae (the UK's PM) is in town for a retreat (meaning road closures, rush-hour traffic doesn't wait for rush hour, extra cars parked all around here, and it's already iffy whether we can get a parking spot near our house, so no one moves their cars on days like that.) No museum, might as well shop, right?
Well, I didn't know when hubby would wake up, and grocery shopping is our biggest joy of the week (simple life lol), so I waited for him, until it was too late to shop. That means I HAD to go shopping today. Oh, and it was supposed to rain again today. I thought I heard hubby tell me "PM rain." So, my plan...
Go to bed early, go shopping early, pray for parking spot when I got home EARLY.
Me and patience? I just don't get along with patience. Always making me wait and ruining perfectly simple plans.
So, I go to bed early, and then come back down an hour later, after running down the list of things we're out of to God. (Maybe if he gets how low we are on everyday basics, he'll change his mind. It can happen, right?)
Back to bed at 3:30, before sleep actually comes. Up at 10:30. So much for early. I show God the shopping list by now, because... you know? That's got to work. I don't even have my usual banana for breakfast.
My stomach grumbles and I have to go to the bathroom. Might as well get dressed. After I'm dressed and finished eating the last of the cereal (no bananas, no cereal. No bagels. What's left?), it's noon. (Hey! Do not notice how much time I spent on this site this morning.)
I'm ready... except I have to go to the bathroom again.
A plunger was involved. I hate plunging toilets. Hatehatehate! (Blasted patience turning on me again.)
So, I'm finally ready to go at 1:15. That afternoon rain? I misheard hubby. It's a morning rain. It stopped at 1 PM. I'm rushing out the door, begging God to make everything turn out right in traffic, and in the store, because once I'm in this mood one little thing goes wrong and I'm all KABOOM!!!
Oh, did I mention our store is under construction? Yeah, after a mere two CENTURIES (honestly) Philadelphia is finally allowed to sell beer and wine in the stores. (Good thing, since they just started taxing any drink with sweetener in it -- BTW, that counts almond milk and flavored water -- 1.5 cents an OUNCE. So no one is buying anything in the soda aisle now.)
I'm now in the store and this old woman is in front of me, blocking the corner, right where I have to get around her to get to the onions. No Plan B there. The onions are where the onions are, so I wait. And a younger women squishes by the old women to get to right where I parked my cart. I back up. The younger woman rushes by the old lady again, and I think I'm good to go. Nope, old lady needs something on the other side of the aisle. I chuckle.
She goes back to her cart, and is checking out, thoroughly, the produce she wanted. I politely excuse myself. she laughs and says, "I really need eyes on the side of my head."
I answer, "Yeah. We never got those eyes in the back of our head either." We chuckle.
Instead of me running across her "in my way" the entire time I was in the store, I kept noticing how often I was in her way. (Three times. She must have great taste in groceries. lol)
So, anywho, no anger. Just amusement. No traffic problems. and then the biggie I ask God for every week -- a parking spot close enough to home to bring groceries in. Not just "my last spot." The best spot on the whole block. (Corner. Makes it easy to get out. lol)
Not only did this grocery trip work exactly as he planned, (versus how I planned), but any earlier and I would have gotten wet, or would have had to go to the bathroom when there wasn't one around. Any later, and there's no parking spots. Had I gone yesterday, I wouldn't have known hubby knew a few other things we were out of.
I'm thanking God and he says, "Thank you for your patience."
(He's amused with me. lol)
Wednesday is our usual day to shop, but we had plans to go to a museum to see the Jurassic Park dinosaurs instead, meaning we had to go shopping today.
Not good enough. Hubby had insomnia Tuesday night, plus the President and PM Mae (the UK's PM) is in town for a retreat (meaning road closures, rush-hour traffic doesn't wait for rush hour, extra cars parked all around here, and it's already iffy whether we can get a parking spot near our house, so no one moves their cars on days like that.) No museum, might as well shop, right?
Well, I didn't know when hubby would wake up, and grocery shopping is our biggest joy of the week (simple life lol), so I waited for him, until it was too late to shop. That means I HAD to go shopping today. Oh, and it was supposed to rain again today. I thought I heard hubby tell me "PM rain." So, my plan...
Go to bed early, go shopping early, pray for parking spot when I got home EARLY.
Me and patience? I just don't get along with patience. Always making me wait and ruining perfectly simple plans.
So, I go to bed early, and then come back down an hour later, after running down the list of things we're out of to God. (Maybe if he gets how low we are on everyday basics, he'll change his mind. It can happen, right?)
Back to bed at 3:30, before sleep actually comes. Up at 10:30. So much for early. I show God the shopping list by now, because... you know? That's got to work. I don't even have my usual banana for breakfast.
My stomach grumbles and I have to go to the bathroom. Might as well get dressed. After I'm dressed and finished eating the last of the cereal (no bananas, no cereal. No bagels. What's left?), it's noon. (Hey! Do not notice how much time I spent on this site this morning.)
I'm ready... except I have to go to the bathroom again.
A plunger was involved. I hate plunging toilets. Hatehatehate! (Blasted patience turning on me again.)
So, I'm finally ready to go at 1:15. That afternoon rain? I misheard hubby. It's a morning rain. It stopped at 1 PM. I'm rushing out the door, begging God to make everything turn out right in traffic, and in the store, because once I'm in this mood one little thing goes wrong and I'm all KABOOM!!!
Oh, did I mention our store is under construction? Yeah, after a mere two CENTURIES (honestly) Philadelphia is finally allowed to sell beer and wine in the stores. (Good thing, since they just started taxing any drink with sweetener in it -- BTW, that counts almond milk and flavored water -- 1.5 cents an OUNCE. So no one is buying anything in the soda aisle now.)
I'm now in the store and this old woman is in front of me, blocking the corner, right where I have to get around her to get to the onions. No Plan B there. The onions are where the onions are, so I wait. And a younger women squishes by the old women to get to right where I parked my cart. I back up. The younger woman rushes by the old lady again, and I think I'm good to go. Nope, old lady needs something on the other side of the aisle. I chuckle.
She goes back to her cart, and is checking out, thoroughly, the produce she wanted. I politely excuse myself. she laughs and says, "I really need eyes on the side of my head."
I answer, "Yeah. We never got those eyes in the back of our head either." We chuckle.
Instead of me running across her "in my way" the entire time I was in the store, I kept noticing how often I was in her way. (Three times. She must have great taste in groceries. lol)
So, anywho, no anger. Just amusement. No traffic problems. and then the biggie I ask God for every week -- a parking spot close enough to home to bring groceries in. Not just "my last spot." The best spot on the whole block. (Corner. Makes it easy to get out. lol)
Not only did this grocery trip work exactly as he planned, (versus how I planned), but any earlier and I would have gotten wet, or would have had to go to the bathroom when there wasn't one around. Any later, and there's no parking spots. Had I gone yesterday, I wouldn't have known hubby knew a few other things we were out of.
I'm thanking God and he says, "Thank you for your patience."
(He's amused with me. lol)