Good things happen each day. What a blessing that there are more good things than bad. When a bad thing happens . . . UGH!
I have had a Hotmail account since the mid 1990s. My current email address and password, I have had for some time. Today, the earth shook and my password does not register. Oh, there are to be checks and balances to retrieve info, but I have yet to find it. Initially, my home phone number was in the database. They would text me a new password, but the cell phone number I gave them causes more red flags. Oh well. My next step will be to set up a new account for them to correspond with me.
Now for the good things that happened today. I am anticipating having some shelving installed by one of my elves on Thanksgiving Day. Dennis took the measurements and the two boards to his grandson. Ryan has a table saw and it was a smart move on Dennis’ part. Our selection of power tools is less than good. When Dennis came home with the boards the correct length, he had a goodie bag for me. Ryan needs a new curtain made for his garage window. He sent along the material from which to have it made: multiple drawstring navy blue flannel bags that Crow Royal is sold in at a liquor store. I do not know if this brand is rum, whiskey or chocolate flavored alcohol. I have the measurements and this late afternoon, I have all the bags de-constructed. Perhaps tomorrow, I will find out what I can salvage from each after they are ironed out and trimmed out. The barter system is alive and well. I realize Ryan has no idea of what his wish is in relationship to logical, but Grandma will deliver and he won’t be the wiser as to the mechanics of getting the curtain done. It will be unique.
Dennis made supper for us and I was thrilled when he called down to the sewing room that the “Sweat Shop” needed to close. His Tuna Noodle hotdish with green sweet peas was fantastic.
So many good things on Stauffer Avenue to be thankful for.