 So now I know what was wrong with yesterday's statement that I have this month all planned out. The problem lies not within the plan itself, but in the very idea of trying to have a plan. You'd think I'd have learned that by now! It doesn't matter whether the things that happen are good or bad. It doesn't matter whether your plan is logical or idiotic. Things just happen in their own good time!Yesterday I frittered away my time in the sure knowledge that I had a whole week of empty days ahead of me. Right? Wrong. Husband arrived home yesterday evening in a terribly cheerful mood. He had been chosen for a jury panel and sat through the process as each one of them had been interviewed. Some were dismissed for cause; others were seated on the jury. They finally had 13 people seated, and were interviewing #14. Husband was next up. But #14 proved acceptable. The new jury headed off to the Jury Room. The judge thanked the rest of them for their service and sent them home. They had fulfilled their obligation for the next ten years. This morning we slept in instead of rising with the chickens. We had a leisurely breakfast, decided to drive out to the navy base, did some shopping, had lunch out, and them came home to take care of some garden chores -- only to be greeted by a downpour and a thunderstorm. It's definitely time to curl up with a good book -- not the one I'm supposed to be writing but the one I'm enjoying reading for the second time. |
