Last Friday I was in a mood. You know. A "woe is me" mood. Needed things I couldn't find, wanted things I couldn't have. Maybe a little overwhelmed. Hohoho and the Christmas spirit. All that jazz.
In an attempt to put myself in a cheerier mood I drove through McDonald's for an iced tea and paid for the car behind me, too. A random act of kindness. Wasn't sure if it was going to make me feel better, but even if it didn't, I felt like it might bring some good karma. You never know.
But I was still in a mood driving home.
And then! Milagros. Miracles.
These are milagro charms.
There was a huge box on the back porch from my friend Cathy and inside was a Christmas tree. And for the tree- milagros.
Milagro means miracle. It also means a little charm used as religious offerings, mostly in Latin American countries.
So little milagro charms hung all over this wonderful little tree. It was beautiful and special and completely and totally unexpected. It was such a treat it made me cry. In a good way.
Saturday morning I woke to this email:
"It was great to meet you last weekend at the market in Denver! Congratulations! You won the pair of earrings! Just let me know where to send them and I'll get them in the mail. Thank you!!"
Now I enter little give-aways online all the time. I'll stick my name in a jar if there is something I'd like to win. But do I ever win? Do you?
But the week before in Denver I wrote my name on a slip of paper and Lo! and Behold! I won some earrings. Fabulous earrings at that.
Very fun earrings from Aaron Sault Jewelry.
Check out his work.
Original. Organic. Very cool.
Sunday was my birthday.
I woke up to *snow*. The first snow of December.
A dusting of snow.
And the link to the video if you can't see it here.
I worked, by choice. Why not? I like working.
It was a bit slow but one of the regulars came in and we chatted and I mentioned it was my birthday.
When he left, he said he might stop back by later, before we closed, but that's not unusual. Some people come in twice a day.
And ten minutes to closing here comes this nice gentleman back in the front door with a big box under his arm. It looked like a toy box.
And he announced "Here is your birthday concert. These guys are going to serenade you. Unfortunately they don't know Happy Birthday but they do know lots of Christmas songs."
Isn't this adorable?
The Birthday Concert
And if, by chance, you can't see this video, click here.
Sorry it's a little blurry.
Totally made me smile.
I came home to presents and cards and flowers and lots of little treats.
Then Bunny and her friend boy took me to dinner. And the restaurant staff sang "Happy Birthday" to me in a wonderfully embarrassing way. (Thank goodness it was early and the restaurant was pretty empty.)
Absolutely a wonderful birthday from start to finish.
So was it all just coincidence?
But just in case, I think I'll stick with those random acts of kindness.
And a poem, given to me by my friend Cherrilla one Christmas probably 37 years ago.
Apparently I've been prone to these moods for a while.
It's copyrighted 1907 but it still holds true some days.
Nobody Cares For Me
I'm just as mad as I can be
For nobody cares for me.
I slapped the cat and banged the dog
And they don't care for me.
I stubbed my toe on a great hard rock
And jammed my thumb in the door.
But nobody seemed to see
For nobody cares for me.
Written by M.T. Sheahan.
Sums up those moods pretty nicely.
I'm traveling at the end of the week.
On Sunday night, the Winter Solstice, there will be a little party so I can see some neighbor friends.
That's No. 31: Have a Solstice Party.
And then there will be Christmas and family and more travel.
Posting may be random.
But I'm thinking about all of you.