MIND: Who would have guessed that I had to start out using my mind today. Hadn't planned on it. Wasn't even totally awake while I was texting Shaunan at 7:30ish. But today was a day I had the opportunity to put my blogging where my mouth (or fingers) is/are. It was time to take the CRV in once again to get my beeping back. The alarm system didn't seem to be working. I took the car in to my last Wednesday appointment only to be told, the outsource person was on vacation. No biggy - as you may recall I spent the morning with my sister just toodling about. Fast forward to this morning - same time, same place. Drove up and into the Honda dealership. Explained why I was there (again) And in fairness to the service guy (a ginger I believe) he has probably seen millions of cars and customers since I was in last week. Told him I would wait - at which he seemed quite shocked. But I wasn't about to leave this time only to return and find out my car still hadn't been looked at. I had taken stuff to do - updated my journals; read some of my book "The Shack"; updated my little black calendar book; even filed my nails. So I was very impressed when "Ginger" tracked me down (ok I was in the waiting room) and said my car was fixed. Yeah.....I skipped out to the parking lot (just visualize that), pressed my remote.....and stopped mid air (again visualize) - no beep. No beep, no nothing. As I turned to race back to find Ginger (before I got shuffled off to someone else)I took a deep breath, and with a smile on my face informed him "It still doesn't beep." The nice blonde lady (nosy was my first adjective) said it was probably just on valet mode. No you don't understand, it doesn't beep. It used to beep - once when you lock and twice when you unlock. Ginger went to look from Mr. OutSource, who was still on the premisis, but wasn't answering his cell phone. I slowly walked back to the waiting room with my keys inhand. Twenty minutes later, Ginger comes and gets my keys from me, and takes them to Mr. Out Source. "I am Master of my own thoughts" - sound familar. I had to say those words over and over and over and once more. I knew I was getting pissed, but I didn't want to be (and I felt I really had reason to be) Fifteen more minutes; one nail file broken in four pieces and a smile on my face, Ginger returns to tell me my car in ready. "Does it beep" I ask. "Yes, it beeps." Before I get my hopes up, I walk up really close to my car, close my eyes and press the button "BEEP BEEP" (unlocking) "BEEP" (locking) BEEP BEEP. I climb in. I adjust the seat, put the key in the ignition, practise the beeping a few more times, then start my car. My beep is back. For now I am going to ignore that there are different flashing lights while the alarm is set. The light used to be blue and near the radio. Now it's red and on the instrument panel. I can live with that.
BODY: My body was a little tired today, and not from "The Secret". Normally I would have listened to my body and relaxed all day. Don't get me wrong, I had a nice long nap this afternoon to replenish those tired cells. After dinner, I brought Maya along to Patrick's soccer practise. We went for a nice walk before settling on our comfy blanket to watch the practise. Jane joined us half way through the practise and Maya and I watched as she retrived all the wayward soccer balls. (that includes the one that was rolling down the alley onto the busy street) I think that makes up for Jane's rabbit story. If you haven't heard that story, just mention the word rabbit to Jane. I'd love to tell the story, but this one can only be enjoyed when you watch the facial expressions of Jane. So 8000 steps and one tired body, and I'm off to bed. I will try extra hard tomorrow to make up my missing 2000 steps.
Good night!
Count your blessings.
Stacey
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