The day started out with a paper spree. Maureen came and shopped through all the boxes of paper and card stock that was being given away by one of my clients. I love seeing stuff find a purpose and the Community Theatre will make good use of it. The rest of it is going to a day care for crafting.
There were conflicting days in my world, Flannel Friday, Fabulous Friday and Camo Friday. As I own no camo I went for Fabulous Fluevog Friday. I was dreaming about sunny days and riding so I threw on my boots and comfy clothes. I was going to polish my boots but realized that the dirt on them was from MusicFest and it was bittersweet. I left them that way. I love how footwear changes my walk, my mood, my attitude. I felt kick butt today and could have taken on the world.
In the afternoon I had to go sign on to a client’s account at RBC. On my way in I noticed a young woman in only a hoodie and thin pants sitting on the sidewalk against the wall. It was windy and barely above zero. When I came out she was still there and I went to my car across the street hoping to find a pair of gloves. I did have a blanket so I called across the street asking if she wanted it and she said yes, please, with a big smile. A little old lady with a cane saw the interaction and offered to get her a coffee. I got back to the office and messaged my friend Kevin in Bella Bella to tell him the story. You see I wouldn’t always tell others when I have done a good deed but the blanket was a gift from Kevin and his Mom, Arlene, who has since died, was a dear friend and mentor when I lived up there. When I left and moved to Cranbrook she sent me a wonderful care package. The bowls I use at work, a gorgeous heart themed tea set, a table runner that fits on my new island perfectly and the blanket. Kevin was pleased to hear from me and know they were part of what I call a love ripple. One small act had an effect on more than one person. My joy at that was probably even more than that of the recipient. Special K and I swapped pictures out our office windows. He is part if what I miss from my time there.
A scary thing happened today. My friend Dallas’s 8 year old son was in the back seat of his Dad’s pick up at a gas station on Vancouver island when a woman jumped in and drove away. Wyatt calmly repeated let me out until she did and then ran back to the gas station. She returned the truck an hour later and is being treated at hospital. There are addiction issues. So grateful Wyatt is who he is and handled it so well.
Much to be grateful for today including that I am done all my Must do February work with the exception of one batch of slips waiting for 2 SIN to file on Monday. It is most extraordinary to be enjoying such a pace. Getting lots done, calmly
triumphgal 