So much for the sun. It made a small visit, then left in a whirl of wind and cold drizzle. And I bought cafe flowers! Now, they are huddled beneath a bench, wishing, surely, they were back at Target nestled between their seedling siblings.
So, I had to get Zephyr outdoors today, even for a short trod in the muck–which the park really was. My motivation was gas station hot chocolate, my latest addiction. Starbucks be damned! The gas mart is where it’s at. For a $1.29 I get the whizz drip of the automatic cocoa dispenser, and I get to press the buttons. (I love pressing buttons: elevators, stamp machines, semi-automatic door openers, the triple choice, hot drink machine. It’s 5-10 seconds of childlike fun. What will happen if I press this button? I know what’s supposed to happen, but. . . .
So, my mocha/h.c./vanilla cafe mix choice was stellar, and oddly satisfying, especially post-mud romp. Zephyr, of course, waited in the driver’s seat, muddy paws, everywhere. I have a towel, but really, after a gazillion dirt road wanderings, my jeep is quite the dirty, furry, road weery machine. I sometimes envy those sporty little city cars, vacuumed, polished, shiny, a car you could wear a black cocktail dress in w/o a snit of worry; no fur roller needed, no snagging your nylons on the dog torn seat cover–but then it goes away. 🙂
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And this. . . just as we were leaving the park, I noticed a little white card w/a stamp lying in the gutter. A fairly clean street, I stared at it for a minute then got out and picked it up. It was a letter from a house one block over, going south (CA). The envelope was soaked, dirty. The postman had dropped it. Awful!
And yet I was a little thrilled. (see cocoa dispenser happiness, above.) I found a real letter, pen written, hand stamped. I was so grateful it was return addressed, otherwise, I might still be out there, door-to-door, looking for it’s sender. . . OR! I could have mailed it onward adding the story of the letter’s adventure. Ooh, that would have been good too.
Anyway, I found the house, the owner. He was very pleased w/his goodfortune, my find, but had the grabs on a Doberman Pincher in the doorway, rather anxious, it looked, to eat me, so we waved our quick goodbyes.
So, on the tail of dreadful night’s sleep, it was a good day. (R even brought me warm banana/Nutella nut bread at the cafe today. 🙂 How sweet is he?
Now, I need to feed Zephyr, finish my 3rd man scarf, and finish typing little love notes on my old Olympia, a treat w/my Valentine’s Day showcase.
Today’s word: Optimism.