This poor day has gotten a bad reputation over the years. The week-end is over, and we have to go back to work or school. Diets always start on Mondays. People on the way to work on Monday morning are already counting the hours till Friday and the week end. I’m here to say that this is the wrong mindset.
If the weekend ended on Monday, Tuesday would be the bad day, so it’s not anything personal about Mondays, but neither should I spend my life wishing for future events. I miss out on a whole lot of living doing that. Besides I’m presuming that I have a tomorrow, and I just might not. I personally get tired of hearing people complain and whine and moan because the week end is over. Well it happens 52 times a year, and that’s a LOT of complaining.
I have determined that I am going to have a different attitude about Mondays. I’m going to greet the day and the beginning of the week with a grateful prayer that I am indeed given this day to honor God. I am going to face the week with curious anticipation, eager to see what He may bring my way, how we will handle the challenges together, and then, hopefully, I will be pleasantly surprised when I wake up and discover that it is indeed Friday.
I know not every week is a good week, and not every Monday is an grand day, but to spend precious hours and minutes wishing time away in my already way too short life just seems a little silly to me. God does not want me to presume on tomorrow, or worry about tomorrow, so why would He want me to worry about a day that is 5 days away? Wishing and hoping and counting will not make it come any faster, and will, in truth, make it seem like it’s taking longer.
Will I succeed in this? Probably not a hundred percent, but if I can improve my attitude on say 30 or 40 weeks out of 52 how much happier one year of life will be. Besides I don’t have to face Mondays alone. He’s walking beside me.
That’s it for today, Monday. Here’s to a better attitude and wonderful week.
TTFN*
Stevie
Copywright © 2010 Stevie Stevens, Fort Worth, TX. For information contact faithleap@sbcglobal.net.
*Ta ta for now
Monday, August 23, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
I Threw A Fit
I went to the neighborhood discount store last night about 7:45 p.m. BIG MISTAKE! It was family night at the local store. Some people were there to shop (me) and some people were just meandering along the aisles (everybody else). I should have known I was in trouble when I got one of the last 6 baskets in the basket area. At that point heading for the exit would have been the best course of action, but since I had no food and no toothpaste at home, it was a trip born of necessity.
First off, I hadn’t had a very restful weekend, second it was hot, and third I had been swimming most of the afternoon so I was hot from the sun. I had a few things I really needed and that’s all I was going to get. But people kept wandering into my path. Or they were stopped cold in the aisles as they marked stuff off lists or gazed glassy eyed trying to find something on a list.
Because it is so hot, nothing in the store sounded good to me as far as food goes, so I bought what I usually buy, again. They didn’t have half of what I was looking for and that always hacks me off, anyway. The shelves were empty, but the aisles were full of pallets of things I assume they re-stocked last night, but it did make negotiating their already over stuffed aisles dangerous. Mom, and Dad and their thirteen children didn’t help either. So by now my pressure cooker is simmering. I bought some apple slices and then went to look for bananas. They had ONE. ONE GREEN BANANA. I guess King Kong must have been in town and wiped them out.
I get to the check out stand and the lady at the front is having to put parts of her bill on several cards. That’s always so pleasant. Finally she pays cash, but wait, she has more stuff on the conveyer so she has to pay for that separate. By now, any semblance of patience I had is gone. Plus I am by the self check out and I constantly hear please place item in the bagging area. Thank you for shopping at (insert store name here) please place item in the bagging area.
Finally it’s my turn and I check out. I ask the guy if that animated talking ever drives him crazy and he did admit it got a little annoying. I’d be attacking those speakers with an axe if I had to work beside it. I pay and gather my bags and head for the door.
I get behind a meanderer so I slow down. He looks as if he’s going straight so I turn to try to go around him and suddenly he turns to go out. He turned around and looked at me, so I looked back at him. Followed him through the exit door then I took off right while he went straight. Got to my car and low and behold he was parked right beside me. I was unloading my groceries and his kid is standing there staring at me. I load a couple more bags, more staring, so I finally stopped and stared back. She turned and went behind her dad. Put up my basket and sat there waiting for them to back out, trying to show him that I really was a patient person. Finally they did. By now, my pressure cooker is whistling to beat the band.
Drove home and pulled my bags out of the car and noticed milk on the floor. Great. Get in the house, the bag has milk in the bottom, so I empty what little I still have in my old carton into a pitcher and put the new milk in the old carton. That did it. The lid came off the too small trashcan and slid across the floor. I threw the milk carton in the trash and that sent the dogs to parts unknown and brought my housemate in from her room. The fit lasted long enough for me to get everything out and then I was fine. It was more of a hissy fit, not big enough for a conniption fit, but too small for just a fit. I made her promise that if I ever said I was going to (insert store name here) at 8:00 on a Sunday night she was going out and lay down in front of my car and not let me pass. I think at that point she would have promised anything.
So I’m calmed down, and eating my apple slices I bought yesterday, and happened to notice that they are best if eaten by TODAY. I think that may be the last straw. I will not go to that store again, unless it’s a dire emergency, for at least this week.
Fitfully yours,
Stevie
Copywrite © Stevie Stevens Fort Worth, TX 2010. For Information contact faithleap@sbcglobal.net
First off, I hadn’t had a very restful weekend, second it was hot, and third I had been swimming most of the afternoon so I was hot from the sun. I had a few things I really needed and that’s all I was going to get. But people kept wandering into my path. Or they were stopped cold in the aisles as they marked stuff off lists or gazed glassy eyed trying to find something on a list.
Because it is so hot, nothing in the store sounded good to me as far as food goes, so I bought what I usually buy, again. They didn’t have half of what I was looking for and that always hacks me off, anyway. The shelves were empty, but the aisles were full of pallets of things I assume they re-stocked last night, but it did make negotiating their already over stuffed aisles dangerous. Mom, and Dad and their thirteen children didn’t help either. So by now my pressure cooker is simmering. I bought some apple slices and then went to look for bananas. They had ONE. ONE GREEN BANANA. I guess King Kong must have been in town and wiped them out.
I get to the check out stand and the lady at the front is having to put parts of her bill on several cards. That’s always so pleasant. Finally she pays cash, but wait, she has more stuff on the conveyer so she has to pay for that separate. By now, any semblance of patience I had is gone. Plus I am by the self check out and I constantly hear please place item in the bagging area. Thank you for shopping at (insert store name here) please place item in the bagging area.
Finally it’s my turn and I check out. I ask the guy if that animated talking ever drives him crazy and he did admit it got a little annoying. I’d be attacking those speakers with an axe if I had to work beside it. I pay and gather my bags and head for the door.
I get behind a meanderer so I slow down. He looks as if he’s going straight so I turn to try to go around him and suddenly he turns to go out. He turned around and looked at me, so I looked back at him. Followed him through the exit door then I took off right while he went straight. Got to my car and low and behold he was parked right beside me. I was unloading my groceries and his kid is standing there staring at me. I load a couple more bags, more staring, so I finally stopped and stared back. She turned and went behind her dad. Put up my basket and sat there waiting for them to back out, trying to show him that I really was a patient person. Finally they did. By now, my pressure cooker is whistling to beat the band.
Drove home and pulled my bags out of the car and noticed milk on the floor. Great. Get in the house, the bag has milk in the bottom, so I empty what little I still have in my old carton into a pitcher and put the new milk in the old carton. That did it. The lid came off the too small trashcan and slid across the floor. I threw the milk carton in the trash and that sent the dogs to parts unknown and brought my housemate in from her room. The fit lasted long enough for me to get everything out and then I was fine. It was more of a hissy fit, not big enough for a conniption fit, but too small for just a fit. I made her promise that if I ever said I was going to (insert store name here) at 8:00 on a Sunday night she was going out and lay down in front of my car and not let me pass. I think at that point she would have promised anything.
So I’m calmed down, and eating my apple slices I bought yesterday, and happened to notice that they are best if eaten by TODAY. I think that may be the last straw. I will not go to that store again, unless it’s a dire emergency, for at least this week.
Fitfully yours,
Stevie
Copywrite © Stevie Stevens Fort Worth, TX 2010. For Information contact faithleap@sbcglobal.net
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