Have I ever mentioned how much I hate 'errands'? And have I ever mentioned how much I love Marcia?
I've run a half-dozen errands in the past 24 hours, and so I rewarded myself with a long nap. I feel a certain amount of self-satisfaction that I managed to get myself up and leave the house this morning at 8:00 a.m. to attend Rita's rose planting. Rita lives on the other side of the world from us, both from a geographic sense and an economic one. (And, no, I wouldn't trade places!) We got a little lost, but we managed to get there on time. And then we ran out of gas on her hill and couldn't start the car afterward and Marcia had to come to the rescue. (I should have known she'd be there, because she has always respected and liked Rita.)
How do I love Marcia? Let me count the ways. She's the best possible friend in the world, will go out of her way every single time to help. She's so much fun, she makes the most tedious errand an adventure. She never runs out of positive energy. She's snarky in the sweetest possible way and only on rare occasions. She's Good People in the most real sense of the term. I just love her, which is probably why I consider her my Best Friend. (May God continue to protect her on her wild ride through life!)
There are several people who still mix our names up from all that time when we were inseparable. I consider it a tribute, actually, when someone accidentally calls me "Marcia."
Got caught in a spring storm this afternoon after getting my hair done, and I was grateful it held off and didn't hit during the rose planting. (Hopefully the rest of them were over by the time it did.)
At least taking making less money last year resulted in good news on the tax front -- and it's been quite a while since I had my taxes taken care of in March instead of April!
Charlie and I tried to watch 'Anatomy of a Murder' from the On Demand menu, but I just couldn't stay awake.
And 'Ask the Dust' is now in downtown Vancouver, which is actually a lot more convenient than downtown Portland, even though it's a different state. Maybe we'll go tomorrow . . .
And now I find myself hours away from one of my favorite milestones all year: Daylight Savings Time! That's a huge woohoo! I think I'll play a little Zuma
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder, You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, May you never take one single breath for granted, God forbid love ever leave you empty handed, I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens, Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, and when you get the chance to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance!
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance, Never settle for the path of least resistance, Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking, Loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making, Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter, When you come close to selling out, reconsider, Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance, And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance!