Grateful for the Little Things
An attempt was made in the wee hours of Monday morning to steal my car. Olive woke and alerted us to the problem, and we did the best thing we could think at the time: yell at her to lie down and shut up.
When I finally got up after 6 and noticed that not only had my car been moved, but the spare key was still in the ignition, I apologized to my little watchdog and thanked God that kids/thieves in this neighborhood don't know how to drive a stick.
Then this morning when I took Olive out, we found a young moose about 15 feet from the front door. He had apparently spent the night in our yard guarding my car, for which I am grateful. I am also grateful that Olive didn't see/hear/smell this moose, and that she was on her lease.
Instead of stressing about the welcome to the neighborhood, this morning I'm focusing on ignoring the smell of sugary doughnuts sitting on the table next to my office. After weeks of giving the new guy Dan a hard time for eating all of the treats others bring in and yet not bringing anything in himself, he finally stepped up. With doughnuts.
I have now tried my first buttermilk bar.
They're damn good, if you were wondering.
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Freaky scary about the car, but yay for guardian angel moose and sugary distractions!
If only I'd had a moose when someone busted in through the passenger window of my car one night at 3 a.m. to steal my foolishly left behind cell phone. My "nocturnal" cats just sat in the window and watched it happen.
Hey, you!
I sent you an email, but I know that I didn't save your new email address... I think I probably deleted it in a flash of forgetfulness... My neurosurgeon called and they want to do a surgery-follow up appt. Would it be okay if Beth and I stayed a night with you? We'd drive down, stay with you one night and drive home the next day. Is there some time that's better, or a day that's impossible?
thank you!
Much love,
Becca
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