Change of Plans

I am currently cooling my toes under Ann's computer, instead of working. It wasn't in the plans when my alarm went off at 6:25 this morning. How quickly a day can change!

I was just heading out the door when my phone rang and I was informed that I didn't have to work today. In some ways I was glad and in other ways not so glad. An unexpected free day was fine but, on the other hand, I found myself choking down a feeling of panic at the thought of less pay, while even now, the bills are stacking up against me. How can this be?? And yet...God told me He would provide and I have no reason to fear.

My mind was scrambling as to what to do with my unexpected day off. I considered going back to bed but that didn't really seem like a good option since I was already up and dressed for the day. I thought of making granola, which I had been putting off for some time already, due to the fact that I didn't have coconut. I called Doris to see about borrowing some and she went the extra mile (maybe half, in this case) and offered to bring it over. And so I made my granola and then went out to sit on my deck - the first time I did so in the morning! And what a morning! The sun brightly shining, a cool breeze blowing, birds singing and rabbits hopping.

I then headed to Quality Body Shop to get an estimate on my car. My dear beloved car, which I love very much, has a cracked head (windshield) and is in need of some stitches. I have no idea when this awful thing happened but I drove it home one night in fine shape and the next day this ugly crack had appeared. I'm quite sure it wasn't a night that it hailed or I could blame it on that. I guess it doesn't matter. All I need to do is get it fixed, which they will gladly do, for the lovely sum of $265.00! So here I am spending money at an alarmingly higher rate than that in which it is coming in.

I went over to Dad and Mom's and puttered around in the garden. Dad, with an unusual burst of energy, decided to go out and till. This time Mom went along and carefully showed him her row of beets so they would not meet the same doom as the strawberries. For Dad, wise though he is in many years, yet cannot see the tender young plants residing in the garden who wish to grow tall and strong and give of the best to their master.

Speaking of Dad...he was thrilled when I said I had something for him to do but I nearly regretted telling him so early for he has asked countless times, "When do you want me to give you a ride?" "Not 'til after lunch," I replied once again. And so he was ready for lunch at 11:30. His favorite thing for lunch (or any meal) is yogurt and today he ate it first since Mom didn't have the soup quite ready. By the end of the meal he couldn't remember if he had yogurt or not and would've had another bowlful if we had not stopped him. Yogurt is a good thing and yet Mom does not relish making it twice a week. At 12:20 he asked again when I needed to go. I told him 1:00 and he immediately went to put his shoes on.

And now I must go for it is 12:51 and poor Dad is probably waiting still for his procrastinating daughter who likes to be on time but not early. And so ends the tale of my mixed up day.