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Not only did I forget to post about these yesterday, I forgot all about the second point today. My brain, she is tired.
So what's the what? Well, one of the best things about church is seeing Brent perform baptisms. Oh, my, a baby in his arms is just the most adorable thing. Well, yesterday, he got to perform a double baptism, for a newborn (I'm wondering if she was a preemie because she was tiny) and her older toddler brother. Just a terrific way to start the service.
And the other thing? Well, when I entered the social hall, I was struck by the two walls of art surrounding the elevator. Most of the pieces were those I'd donated to the thrift shop. Aww. In an impulsive moment, with time to spare after the service, I went up to enquire about the native carving and the Egyptian cat figurine. What was I thinking? That it had only been a couple weeks since I'd moved - instead of 6 months and a bit? Well, I was gently informed that they'd been snapped up very quickly. So I asked about the DaVinci style Enterprise. The PIC couldn't recall it. Sigh. Finally, I asked about the Egyptian bronze nude. Apparently, there are two potential buyers for it.
So what's my lesson? That what I gave away is truly gone and that it would be far better for me to stop longing after it. Can you see my face? Naturally I'm pouting. But, yeah, I can see the logic (yuck). And, after seeing an item on the news about a hazmat team being sent into a hoarder's house in TO today, not to mention an upcoming segment on Dr. Phil later this week about a hoarder who insists she doesn't have a problem, I guess I should feel lucky (okay, okay, I'll admit to "content") that I am no longer burdened with decades of stuff. And I certainly do appreciate the little that I have left. Which reminds me, I have to listen to some of my choral works soon.
So what's the what? Well, one of the best things about church is seeing Brent perform baptisms. Oh, my, a baby in his arms is just the most adorable thing. Well, yesterday, he got to perform a double baptism, for a newborn (I'm wondering if she was a preemie because she was tiny) and her older toddler brother. Just a terrific way to start the service.
And the other thing? Well, when I entered the social hall, I was struck by the two walls of art surrounding the elevator. Most of the pieces were those I'd donated to the thrift shop. Aww. In an impulsive moment, with time to spare after the service, I went up to enquire about the native carving and the Egyptian cat figurine. What was I thinking? That it had only been a couple weeks since I'd moved - instead of 6 months and a bit? Well, I was gently informed that they'd been snapped up very quickly. So I asked about the DaVinci style Enterprise. The PIC couldn't recall it. Sigh. Finally, I asked about the Egyptian bronze nude. Apparently, there are two potential buyers for it.
So what's my lesson? That what I gave away is truly gone and that it would be far better for me to stop longing after it. Can you see my face? Naturally I'm pouting. But, yeah, I can see the logic (yuck). And, after seeing an item on the news about a hazmat team being sent into a hoarder's house in TO today, not to mention an upcoming segment on Dr. Phil later this week about a hoarder who insists she doesn't have a problem, I guess I should feel lucky (okay, okay, I'll admit to "content") that I am no longer burdened with decades of stuff. And I certainly do appreciate the little that I have left. Which reminds me, I have to listen to some of my choral works soon.
