There's nothing I believe less than the idiot cliche "Everything happens for a reason." The simple-minded often repeat it, thinking it sounds intelligent, clubby, and mysterious. Nope, just dumb and dumber.
And that's leading up to: I decided, lazy do-nothing that I am, to skip exercise yesterday. After our walk, I settled down to the "Blowin'..." piece on Donna T. When my usual 9:00 breakfast time came, I wasn't hungry yet, so decided to defer. Call from the doctor's office, informing me that I had overlooked one of the "scripts" (I'm still so new to that version of "prescriptions" I put it in quotes) I had been given, so didn't get all have blood work done. I have an appointment on Monday to discuss same, so thought I'd have to postpone. Well, maybe not. Did I eat? No. Have anything in my coffee besides sweetener? No. Okay, I could go over and have the rest done. I did, although it was 9:30 by then, was taken fairly quickly and am glad to know I can have my coffee first.
NOW--Wasn't it providential that I--oddly--skipped exercise and--oddly--deferred breakfast? Didn't all that happen for a...?
Nah, just a coincidence.
Got home and made a salad, then continued working on my article. Also finally was able to ferret out the Dionne picture I had scanned.
Leslie called, saying she was sitting in the sun on her front porch and would I like to come down and join her. I did, walking the three doors down, and found her friend, Mary (her informal quilting teacher) was there, too. Johanna H. from across the street came over and we had a pleasant chat. Les invited us in for tea, but I wanted to get to Shop-Rite, so begged off.
All I needed was softener sheets, but somehow managed to spend forty bucks--then realized I had forgotten the softener sheets. No prob.
Received one of my darling daughter-in-law, N.'s exquisite cards, this for Easter. E-mailed my thanks, then, in the evening got a Skype call from P. and she.
Good heavens, it'll be April tomorrow!