While with a client, the doorbell rang.  A package had been left on the porch and the UPS delivery truck was leaving.  The address was correct.  The person it was sent to does not live in my home.  I returned it the next day to the UPS main facility in the area.  Two days later, the doorbell rang.  It was a client holding a box that had just been delivered.  Wrong name again.  This time I caught the truck and gave the box back. I found another one on my porch one day and took it to Target, the store from which all three packages came.  I asked them to research who the package was going to and find the right address.

I remain optimistic. 

I did not watch the Superbowl.  I was aware the 49ers were playing.  I did not watch the half time.  I was aware Jennifer Lopez was co-starring.  I had my friend Doug install a new printer and we had dinner. 

We each have our priorities. 

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I woke up at 7:45 am.  I had been up a few times, but fell back to sleep.  It has been years since I slept so late.  After getting coffee and making the bed, I actually contemplated staying in my pajamas all day.  The day seemed so much shorter than usual, I wasn’t sure it was worth getting dressed.  Then I remembered one ingredient I needed for a recipe I wanted to make that day.

I decided not to wear pajamas to the supermarket.

I took my car to the dealership because a piece fell of, which I discovered was called the fog cover.  Fortunately, it was in stock and the man told me it would cost “twenty-one thirty with tax.”  I have dealt with cars forever, so I anticipated paying a fortune.  The piece was plastic, so I was surprised it cost as much as he quoted.  He put on the part and took my charge card.  When I got the receipt, it was for $21.30.  I thought it was going to cost me $2130.

I am happy.

I was unhappy with my shower head.  The pressure seemed to have changed.  I cleaned it.  Nothing happened.  I decided to by a new one.  I talked to Julie who had researched buying one herself.  I decided to wait for my visit to her and buy one then.  I did.  Carrie said it was easy to install and told me it would come with white tape to put around the pipe.  She had replaced hers also.  I bought it, got home, and found myself inclined to delay installation.  Then I decided to take the risk.  I opened the package and found no white tape.  The instructions said nothing about white tape.  I took off the old one, put on the new one (easily) and took a shower.  I was happy.  I told Carrie my installation did not require the tape.  She said, “Things change with progress.”

Learning from my daughter.

For 7 ½ years of the eight years I have rented my home, the heat did not work.  It only warmed the bedroom.  Being from the Midwest, I could handle the cool temps, because this is California.  How cold does it get?  I finally told my landlord about it and the furnace was replaced in August.  Today, it was 42 degrees when I woke up.

The heat is on.

I received a notice from Subaru about a recall on my car.  I scheduled an appointment and was told there were three recalls.  I took the car in and left it for a few hours.  Work was done on the brake hose.  Three days later, the red brake light went on.  That was a Sunday.  Today is Monday and it is still on. I called Subaru and the soonest they can get me in is Thursday.  I was assured the car is safe to drive.

Be aware I just put this in writing!

I learned a long time ago that I am capable of not paying attention to small things that might be meaningful for me.  I went to the gym today, as I do three mornings a week.  I did the treadmill, bike and ropes.  Then I went to the weight room and noticed the yellow tape across the entrance.  A sign indicated that the room will be closed for two weeks as they redo the floor.  Off to the stretching I go, a bit disappointed.

As I left the gym, I noticed a sign on the door indicated the news about the weight room.  The sign has probably been there for weeks.

There is a message there for me.