Once Upon A Tuesday
Today is cold-ish; partly sunshiney, partly overcast, and overall just rather confused and non-committal. South Carolina winters can be both wonderful and incredibly aggravating. Some days I truly wish it would freeze and snow, but on other days waking up to sunshine and a high of 75 in December makes my heart sing.
Today I wore scrubs and hooked many sore, stiff, aching bodies up to the electric stimulation therapy machines at the chiropractor. Sincerely sympathetic smiles aren't quite as helpful in alleviating pain as I wish they could be, but nonetheless I scattered them as freely as the flowers printed on my scrub top.
Today my new Chromebook was delivered. In testing out the webcam, I discovered what an effortless Statue of Liberty impression can be achieved with the help of our dining room clock.
Today Mama made smoked turkey and wild rice soup from some Thanksgiving leftovers, and it smelled fantastical. I tested it. It is, in fact, fantastical.
Today I have to work the evening shift at the Y; all decked out in the splendor of my red staff t-shirt, complete with the lanyard name tag that never seems to want to stay right-side-up, I shall singlehandedly manage the front desk of the Sumter Family YMCA. Answering calls, entering new membership application information, processing termination requests, replying to irritated inquiries about the status of basketball practices, filing paperwork, folding millions of towels, and pressing the buzz-through button to let forgetful people through the turnstiles. "I forgot my card." Over, and over....and over. Till my thumb falls off. Then I'll use my pointer finger.
I'll scatter a few more smiles, fold several more towels (for a grand total of approximately 1,000,003 towels folded), and become increasingly excited to flop into bed tonight.
This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Thankful for today, and the opportunity to live it.
Today I wore scrubs and hooked many sore, stiff, aching bodies up to the electric stimulation therapy machines at the chiropractor. Sincerely sympathetic smiles aren't quite as helpful in alleviating pain as I wish they could be, but nonetheless I scattered them as freely as the flowers printed on my scrub top.
Today my new Chromebook was delivered. In testing out the webcam, I discovered what an effortless Statue of Liberty impression can be achieved with the help of our dining room clock.
Today I have to work the evening shift at the Y; all decked out in the splendor of my red staff t-shirt, complete with the lanyard name tag that never seems to want to stay right-side-up, I shall singlehandedly manage the front desk of the Sumter Family YMCA. Answering calls, entering new membership application information, processing termination requests, replying to irritated inquiries about the status of basketball practices, filing paperwork, folding millions of towels, and pressing the buzz-through button to let forgetful people through the turnstiles. "I forgot my card." Over, and over....and over. Till my thumb falls off. Then I'll use my pointer finger.
I'll scatter a few more smiles, fold several more towels (for a grand total of approximately 1,000,003 towels folded), and become increasingly excited to flop into bed tonight.
This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Thankful for today, and the opportunity to live it.
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