By Joan Whetzel
Well,
the summer is almost over. It’s been long, and hot, and pretty much one
day like the next. A lot of little minor aggravations. Just when you can’t tell
the days – and the minor aggravations - apart, God jumps in to let you know He
hasn’t lost his funny bone.
A
few weeks ago, I was in the bathroom and my cell phone rang. It was a company
that I’d applied to for a job; they were calling to set up an interview. Of course,
I had no pen or paper with me so I had to commit it to memory. (No I didn’t get
that job, they went with someone else, unfortunately).
About
a week or two later, I got a letter from the mortgage company. I paid of the
house nearly two years ago, and they paid me the funds that remained in the
escrow account, so I couldn’t imagine what they wanted. Guess what! Apparently,
they still owed me a little from the escrow. They gave me a check from their
escrow account; for a whopping $4 – I’m rich! I’m rich!
This
week we’ve been finding mushrooms in our yard, twice a day. Mornings and
afternoons. It started with 2 mushrooms. Well, you know that old wife’s tale
that says when you pluck one gray hair, two more grow in its place? It applies
to mushrooms also. They keep multiplying. Yesterday morning, there were so many
mushrooms in our front yard, it looked like an army of fairies came out and
erected a forest of mushroom umbrellas for a huge party. They must have had a
gala during the night. Wish I’d been awake to enjoy it. Oh, well! Maybe next
time.
