Sandra arrived with a bulging briefcase loaded with 8 months of receipts to be sorted. It was craft night at my house and while she was not feeling creative, she still felt like visiting. All those little papers were clogging up her artistic arteries, so she conducted an angioplasty right here on my kitchen table. All the while talking about Fly Lady. "It's clutter removal month..."
My mom, a natural born bookkeeper, also in attendance, had to sit on her hands to prevent them from digging into the pile of papers spread out on the table. "I would love to sort and file your receipts" she said with obvious longing in her voice.
She had also came empty handed. "I just don't know what to make. I need some inspiration."
On cue, in walked Terry. With ideas galore. She'd been to a few stores. Picked up some supplies and voila. She was making cards and ornaments and scrapbook pages in no time at all. All the while taking about Dr. Phil. "He says your boat is sinking. Pray and start rowing toward shore..."
THAT is why I hired her 15 years ago. She oozes creativity. Which can be messy at times, but worth it.
I think Tuesday nights are going to be my favorite night of the week.
I am so blessed because:
1. I have flex hours at work during the teacher's strike
2. I now have new craft supplies just waiting to be used.
3. My mom dropped off a roast ham and potato dinner tonight at 5:30 pm.
Proverb for today:
"Do you like honey? Don't eat too much of it or you will get sick." 25:16
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