It took me a few minutes to process the fact that I will not receive a stimulus check. I was pissed big time to find this out. I was going to get stuff to make this money work for me instead of it being a one time payment someplace. I had plans for that money, man did I have plans for that money.
The other day I told a good friend of mine that I’m tired of the ups and downs of life. Something horrible happens followed by something good, something horrible, something great, something devastating, something phenomenal, on and on until all I want to do is go to bed. I think today I see things a little bit differently.
Fife’s daughter destroyed art work and cost me about $400 in profits doing so. The next day I got a commission from a local person (who doesn’t read my blog) to do a swan painting. This is a very good thing because the commission price is exactly $400.00. Major blow then something wonderful. I should have gotten that $250 stimulus check but no worries I sold $200 worth of dolls (some of which never made it on the net). Today while shopping for a few items for the new bears I’m making I ended up selling the bears I was shopping for to other shoppers. Right then and there they took the bears home. Then I was talking to an employee who handed me a 40% off coupon for my entire purchase. I got 40% off of this individual’s canvas. My deadline is August 1 so I gotta get crackin’.
It angers me beyond belief sometimes as I travel to the store with $5 to cover food for the rest of the month. But several times I’ve gotten there to find manna. The other day I showed up with $5 and walked out with chicken, one pound of tuna salad, a salmon fillet and one pound of thinly sliced pork chops. I was floored. I ended up getting manager’s specials on all of it. I wanted to call Krogers and tell them thank you. I truly felt blessed that day. When bombs fall before the manna it’s easy to forget in addition to pain I am blessed. I truly am blessed.
I think the lesson in all of this is, be of good cheer cause I have someone looking after me.
Austin
It does indeed sound as if you have someone looking out for you.
I feel the same way — sometimes.
My friends think I’m nuts when I tell them how lucky I am, but I am. Astonishingly lucky.
I love this entry.