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 |    My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| PROMPT: When was the last time you heard good news? My world is not all doom and gloom; good things happen to keep me motivated and participating in life. Recently, the family grew bigger in love with the birth of my second great-nephew. Ours is a clan heavy with females, so welcoming a male or two in order to keep us on our toes is wonderful. Nelson and his older brother, Conner will possibly learn/absorb/tolerate the fairer sex, and if not, they may actually become the first males to understand them. Their initial 'initiation' will be to shrug off the girly names an aunt has christened them with: Nellie and Connie. At a birthday party just last week, I cracked open a fortune cookie with a most intriguing/provocative fortune. As of that time, I could truthfully 'brag' that I'd been married for thirty-seven years. The hubby is currently a long-haul trucker absent for long periods of time. My fortune :" You will have good luck in your personal affairs". Is this permission to indulge in an extra-marital affair? Will it be an auspicious, stars-aligned fling? Not withstanding my spouse's expected response of a shrug, an over-the-top eye roll, and a dare, "good luck with that", I chose to view this as good news. I have options, and the fortune also provided me with a series of numbers. I'm not sure if they represent an interested man's phone number, or his physical measurements. Finding money is always a good sign. The Canadian government accepted my figures without question, and released a tax refund to me. My thoughtful/forgetful partner-in-life abandoned a perfectly spendable ten-dollar bill in a pocket which I liberated/discovered on laundry day. The latest sealed carton that Mr. D.I.Y.'er and I lugged home actually contained the ceiling fan that we'd purchased, and it was installed with minimal mess. This is no small feat. The other box, the first one we'd selected at a hardware store, languished, collecting dust in a spare bedroom for months before hubby summoned sufficient enthusiasm to open it. Surprise, that box labelled as a ceiling fan contained several plastic packages of gas-appliance fittings. Mr. Fix-it has performed fantastic feats of remodelling in the past, but this was beyond his scope. So, we were both happy and it was good that a real ceiling fan joined our household. Spring has finally sprung in my neck of the woods. Quietly, unceremoniously, the last of the stubborn snow and ice slipped away a few days ago; the lake is no longer a solid. This is a sure sign that I may pack away/banish anything remotely winterish. My two granddaughters have learned that they will need to be outfitted with braces. Some may interpret this as the worst of bad news, but the eldest is thrilled. As a young girl, she was enamoured of what she saw as 'tooth jewellery'. In her mind, coloured braces were 'bracelets'. Her sister is not as enthusiastic about the impending mouth of metal, but she likes the dentist visits. She also believes that it would be 'cool' to wear a plaster cast on one of her ten-year old arms. That good news is that she has no viable medical need, in other words, she does not have a broken arm. |
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