Weekend of miracles
mir·a·cle ˈmirikəl/Submit noun
1. a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.
After guzzling half of my daily smoothie before realizing that it was made with bad yogurt (ugh) and enduring bubble-guts and spontaneous dashes to the bathroom, I left work early and headed to an impromptu interview. Nothing miraculous there, just happy to be off work early on a gorgeous Friday afternoon. After setting my alarm for 10pm so I could wake up and head to the 24-hour Poetry Reading, I laid down at 7pm and didn't wake until 3am Saturday morning. It was perfect timing as far as I'm concerned. Hung out and actually had conversations with friends I haven't seen in ages.
From there I headed for my weekly Saturday morning game of disc golf. Granted it was muddy and about halfway through I really didn't care how I threw as long as I wasn't standing in the mud any longer. :-S By the 18th hole I was once again in happy spirits and no longer lamenting the mud. Although my boots were a casualty of the days play and new kitten Eartha. Sliced on both sides so that all that extra ooze could get through. Headed back to Kafe Kerouac with my wet feet and got to see Aaron and his twins on stage and grab a few more hugs before heading home to wash and dry my feet.
The plan for later was to meet up with the L-town crew for margaritas on the patio, so I chilled for a bit and rejoiced at the news that my dear friend Kathleen had been put in the #2 spot for a new liver. She is one of the most caring and beautiful women that I know and news of her illness has had me itching to chuck it all and drive as fast as I can back to Austin to be with her.
Regardless of my tight money situation, we made do with chips and cheese and so much laughter. There's something about this particular group of friends that completely relaxes me and lets me know that nothing else really matters as long as we are loving and laughing together. So many hugs and pictures, along with the return of the AssSmacker signaled the end of what had been a perfect day.
Upon returning home I saw the news that Kathleen had a donor liver and would have surgery this morning. She is in recovery now and I am crying as I type this, realizing how thankful I am and how afraid I had been of any other outcome.
I may have less than a dollar to my name, but the sun is out, my lawn is mowed, the radio is playing nothing but cover songs and I've just polished off last weeks potato salad.
Happy Easter.
1. a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.
After guzzling half of my daily smoothie before realizing that it was made with bad yogurt (ugh) and enduring bubble-guts and spontaneous dashes to the bathroom, I left work early and headed to an impromptu interview. Nothing miraculous there, just happy to be off work early on a gorgeous Friday afternoon. After setting my alarm for 10pm so I could wake up and head to the 24-hour Poetry Reading, I laid down at 7pm and didn't wake until 3am Saturday morning. It was perfect timing as far as I'm concerned. Hung out and actually had conversations with friends I haven't seen in ages.
From there I headed for my weekly Saturday morning game of disc golf. Granted it was muddy and about halfway through I really didn't care how I threw as long as I wasn't standing in the mud any longer. :-S By the 18th hole I was once again in happy spirits and no longer lamenting the mud. Although my boots were a casualty of the days play and new kitten Eartha. Sliced on both sides so that all that extra ooze could get through. Headed back to Kafe Kerouac with my wet feet and got to see Aaron and his twins on stage and grab a few more hugs before heading home to wash and dry my feet.
The plan for later was to meet up with the L-town crew for margaritas on the patio, so I chilled for a bit and rejoiced at the news that my dear friend Kathleen had been put in the #2 spot for a new liver. She is one of the most caring and beautiful women that I know and news of her illness has had me itching to chuck it all and drive as fast as I can back to Austin to be with her.
Regardless of my tight money situation, we made do with chips and cheese and so much laughter. There's something about this particular group of friends that completely relaxes me and lets me know that nothing else really matters as long as we are loving and laughing together. So many hugs and pictures, along with the return of the AssSmacker signaled the end of what had been a perfect day.
Upon returning home I saw the news that Kathleen had a donor liver and would have surgery this morning. She is in recovery now and I am crying as I type this, realizing how thankful I am and how afraid I had been of any other outcome.
I may have less than a dollar to my name, but the sun is out, my lawn is mowed, the radio is playing nothing but cover songs and I've just polished off last weeks potato salad.
Happy Easter.