Tuesday, July 10, 2007
She's so lucky...

This is an acknowledgement to the world that I know I have it good.

Why? Last night, I went to work out after work. I was going to take the tank back to the dive shop that Chris (Chris is good thing #1) had used to test out our gear (#2 is that he tested out OUR dive gear) but he pulled up as I was leaving so said he’d take it instead (#3). He was also taking mine and Patty’s regs to get depth gauges put in (#3); I’ve always said I didn’t need a depth gauge ‘cause I only do shore dives, but I certainly ain’t going to turn one down.

When I got home from the gym, dinner was ready (#4). I started my math quiz and Chris apparently cleaned up after dinner (#5) and then helped me big time with my quiz, as usual (#6). Then Chris went and passed out and I watched Seinfeld with Sebastian. This part kinda sucked because I had wanted to go to sleep early with Chris but he was snoring by the time I made it to the bedroom, so I didn’t figure I’d bother.

Today, Idalia comes (#7). She’s the lady who cleans the house. Chris used to have her come every month. Then he got an in-town sister, and a dog, and some more dogs, and a girlfriend, and her cats, and all that. When I met him, she came every other week. Now she comes every week. Hehe. This is very lucky because the house is magically whipped into shape every Tuesday. The sad part is that it always needs it. I try… But, yeah, it’s a good thing we have her. It’s always so nice to walk in the house on Tuesday night.

I felt horribly guilty last night when I went to clean up after dinner and realized Chris had basically done it all, so ran the dishwasher and vowed I’d cook dinner tonight so he didn't have to. But the only way I have time to cook dinner at a time that’s reasonable to eat it is if I skip the gym, or wait until after dinner to go, which is no good. So today I said maybe I should just pick something up. Or maybe we just make pasta – pasta is easy. My baby writes back that he should be home early and can make dinner while I’m at the gym (#8). He’s so good, all the time. Selfless, all the time. I definitely owe him a few French toast dinners, because that’s really all I can do.

Anyway, just a day to count my blessings. :)

Oh yeah, I got to watch an entire episode of Law & Order: Criminal Intent at the gym that I had not yet seen. That’s definitely #9.
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

Location: Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States


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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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