Time. . . It Does Go By

As has been my normal for 2020 each week I post a list of the joys I found around me. This week was not the best week I have had this year, but it was not horrible and I know when I re-read my lists on New Year's Eve this will seem more like a pesky gnat circling around my face than a bleak week.

Wednesday: I got several things Christmasy done, then the chandelier started to fall and everything came to a screeching halt.

Thursday: Received a phone call from Pip on her way to school letting me know she was sharing the books I gave to her for her birthday with her class.

Friday: My appliance guy came and fixed the disposal, told me replacing the igniter on the range would be 300 dollars for parts and labor ( Not worth it. I can buy a ton of wand lighters and manually light it every time and never come anywhere near that) and condemned our gas logs. Seems the air is not flowing through them properly which could cause a back up of gas and a potential explosion. 2020 at its best.

Saturday: Game day and Alabama won. Had some FaceTime with Pip which always makes me happy

Sunday: We streamed our church service followed by a Webex Sunday School meeting. It is nice to meet (even virtually) with friends.

Monday. Had a house showing for Mom's place. I figured it was not in their budget, but it was nice to get feedback. I also heard about a family in dire circumstances who needed a youth bed. Pip has outgrown the one I had for her and I was ready to get rid of it. I passed it on with a comforter set. Two less items are now cluttering the house of chaos (or house of doors, depending on whom you ask).

Tuesday: We met the shredder truck at Moms and estimate we had about 400 pounds of papers shredded Another task done! Then later in the afternoon the electrician came and repaired the chandelier. It turns out the builder had used a plastic electrical box and it had degraded. No problems, and for a chunk of change it now has a metal box and is nice and tight!

And the final joy, you ask? Each year A friend and I have a fund raiser for the local high school band. We write letters to kids from Santa. (not about gifts but about happenings at the North Pole) Every year there are about two hundred of them and I got them all addressed because Santa does not use a printer, His elves hand address them.

I have found looking for joy causes me to appreciate finding it so much more than I would just waiting for it to fall in my lap. Even if I have to get a ladder to hold the chandelier up, there is joy having a ladder to take the load off the ceiling. Look for joy this week. You will find it!

Christmas sighting Day 9:

The absolutely wicked dining room chandelier that caused so much aggravation when it started to fall.