At some point last week I realized I had not quite gotten over my anger from this bad news. As much as I've tried to move on, it's been a bit of a challenge for me. I guess I just still can't believe it. So a few days ago when I started having crazy dreams (my wallet got stolen in one, then my bicycle in another...) I believed it was my mind just subconsciously playing out the loss I felt, that something important had been unjustly taken from me. But no…it had to be foreshadowing the fact that yesterday we woke up to discover our car had been stolen. Unbelievable. We looked at one another in complete disbelief. Who would even WANT our 1994 powder blue eyesore of a Buick Century. We paid only $2000 for it four years ago. It has very little value compared to the various SUV’s and Hybrids parked on our street. But it was our sturdy, low maintenance vehicle that safely got us around town. And we had just filled the gas tank. And both car seats were inside. Bummer. Big bummer.
So my anger has changed to sadness. Not because we lost a $2000 car, but for the fact that bad things like this (and of course much, much worse things) happen to good people all the time.
So, I have decided it's time to get on with celebrating all the great things in my life. Like spending the afternoon yesterday with good friends from out of town. They have such wonderful, loving energy and carried us to a much happier place.
And seeing Papa and el pequeñin resting on the sofa together.
Then seeing Peanut imitating Papa.
And then this morning Peanut's utter delight in getting to hold Julen on his chest all by himself.
And...the taxes are done (hooray!)
And...I have high hopes of meeting up with this sweet gal again either today or tomorrow. (Although without a car and car seats it could be a bit tricky).
And...this dear friend is coming in to town from Seattle later this week.
I'm even trying to be optimistic about the winter storm that is blasting us at this moment. Can't let a few feet of snow get me down now...can I?