It’s the little things

I have had some friends help me out in the last few weeks. I have had many people tell me to let them know if they can do anything to help. I usually can’t think of much. The ones that don’t ask and just do are such a pleasant surprise, especially when it’s something that I don’t even realize needs to be done.

For the most part, the things have been small, but mean a lot to me. One friend, upon hearing about my dad’s hospitalization, went to visit him. He ended up bringing my mom from the hospital to the hospice care facility. It was a short drive, and he was available so he went. It was one less thing for mom to worry about. It was huge for me, since I knew both of my parents were in good hands.

After my dad passed, we realized that we didn’t know where his helmet was from his fire department days. I mentioned to a friend that we were looking for it. She offered to loan hers for the funeral. This was HUGE to me and my mom. It was a small thing for my friend.

And Rob, who is one of the guest bloggers, upon realizing that I was rather distracted, helped me out by posting about his day. I was very touched by his long distance show of support for what he knows is important to me when I couldn’t do it myself.

I am sure there will be other acts of kindness over the next few weeks. Please know that they aren’t going unnoticed and they are all appreciated. Thank you!

Post #300

When I started this blog in October, I thought it was going to go the way of my other blogs. I used to blog sporadically, and then give up on it. I think I just hadn’t figured out the right topic for me.

I go off topic a lot, but I generally stick to book and getting myself to “normal.”  It just clicked when I found my topic and allowed myself to go off topic a little.

I have been enjoying writing the blog more than I thought I would.  I never thought I would get to 300 posts, but here we are!  I am grateful for all of you who follow and like regularly.  Thanks for reading!

Finishing the license plate saga

After all the trouble getting the license plate and scheduling and rescheduling everything, yesterday was the day that I had to get the car to the police station to get the fix it ticket signed off.

I managed to get the license plate, tape, and cleaning wipes to the car. I found a good spot to attach the plate. I had been warned that the tape I used will be PERMANENT. No problem.

I got up to the police station and there were two women in the station already. They also had a fix it ticket to take care of. I overheard “Well, your fix it ticket is for not having the sticker on your car. Your sticker is there in your hand, so I can’t sign off that it was fixed, because I can see that it wasn’t. If it’s in your hand, it’s not on your car.” The response: “We left the car at home, so we wanted to show that we got the sticker.” Ummmm…. The very patient officer suggested that they go home and put the sticker on the car and then try to get the ticket signed. “but, the type of ticket you have requires you to go downtown to fix it, or over to the college.” Oh, boy… I was not hopeful that I could get my ticket signed.

The officer sent the two ladies on their way. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything and the officer took the ticket from me. “Oh, a license plate. I actually have to go look.” I told him to look at it as getting a walk and some fresh air in. “A walk? How far away did you park? Don’t tell me you left your car at home, too!” No no. It’s across the street about four cars down, parked perpendicularly. He looked at it. “Yes, there’s a plate there.” He signed my paper and I thanked him and told him to enjoy his walk back. He said that he was glad I didn’t go when it was raining.

I got home and copied the paperwork and got it in an envelope with a stamp. We even made it to the post office that same day.

Now, I just need the radio pulled out of the other car, and I’ll donate that. Getting stuff done! I am not mentioning the library books that need to go back before I leave on my trip.

Post 201

I hadn’t been keeping track of how much I’ve been posting lately. I know I’ve been rambling on and on, but hadn’t counted. I got alerted this morning that the post about not knowing the day of the week was #200.

Thank you to everyone who reads the blog regularly. It’s therapeutic to write, and it’s nice to know that someone is at least vaguely interested.