Ask and you shall receive...
I'll tell you about another great gift that came to me.
And the way they come to me sometimes makes me feel like someone/thing is listening to the measly requests for material goods I feel the need to ask for during this short span that contains my little life.
O.k., I've been wanting chairs for the office, like waiting room chairs for my customers. I really wanted them last week when my friend Alissa came in with her brood and there was no where for them to sit. Ugh, I hate that feeling of being completely unprepared to offer friends to "pull up a chair."
So, I've looked and found different ones online and at stores, but they were way out of our budget. I sort of half heartedly looked on Ebay, but gave up the idea of it when I found two up in some unknown burg in Wisconsin, local pickup only. I started thinking that in a few months I would have a chance to maybe afford one at a time from an office supply place as we get busier, but in the meantime the one extra rolling office chair I have would just have to continue it's duty as makeshift cat bed/customer seating comfort. It was ok as long as we have one cusomer in at a time...
Well, I went for a walk last night and as I was coming up State Street, there was a man and his dog who were coming toward me and I was thinking, "Dang I do not feel like saying hello..." So I turned down the next street just to keep from having to smile at someone (!)
As I was walking I saw that everyone in the neighborhood was putting their trash out, and I came upon a house that had placed SIX office chairs on the sidewalk, each sitting beside the other, lined up like good little orphans, waiting for some nice lady to adopt them and take them home... or even an anti-social lady who avoids personal contact when she's exercising, if she could get her ass in gear to go fast enough to get home to get the truck to get back there in time to get them before the junktrucks started their rounds through the neighborhoods.
I was like this in my mind, a walking mantra, Please oh please,..please, please, please... as I was hoofing it through the 'hood. And then I thought, you ding-dong, just run! You're not a fucking invalid, you just gained 10 lbs. So I did, I ran without a jogbra even, and I burst into the house and hollered, "Honey, hurry! I found our office chairs, we've got to go get them before they're gone!!"
Without even stopping to ask questions (I love this about him), Royce came running down the steps and yelled, "Kids, stay here and don't answer the door!"
So we drove up the street, around the corner and around again, and there they were, still in a proper line, still patiently waiting. And we picked them up, all six, none left behind, and we stuffed them into the back of the truck. I waved at the lady to whom they once belonged who was inside the house where they used to live who waved to me from the window, and I mouthed to her, THANK YOU.
I was so excited, I still am and I keep thinking that in my mind, directed to no one and everyone in particular, another kind of mantra, thank you thank you thank you again
And the way they come to me sometimes makes me feel like someone/thing is listening to the measly requests for material goods I feel the need to ask for during this short span that contains my little life.
O.k., I've been wanting chairs for the office, like waiting room chairs for my customers. I really wanted them last week when my friend Alissa came in with her brood and there was no where for them to sit. Ugh, I hate that feeling of being completely unprepared to offer friends to "pull up a chair."
So, I've looked and found different ones online and at stores, but they were way out of our budget. I sort of half heartedly looked on Ebay, but gave up the idea of it when I found two up in some unknown burg in Wisconsin, local pickup only. I started thinking that in a few months I would have a chance to maybe afford one at a time from an office supply place as we get busier, but in the meantime the one extra rolling office chair I have would just have to continue it's duty as makeshift cat bed/customer seating comfort. It was ok as long as we have one cusomer in at a time...
Well, I went for a walk last night and as I was coming up State Street, there was a man and his dog who were coming toward me and I was thinking, "Dang I do not feel like saying hello..." So I turned down the next street just to keep from having to smile at someone (!)
As I was walking I saw that everyone in the neighborhood was putting their trash out, and I came upon a house that had placed SIX office chairs on the sidewalk, each sitting beside the other, lined up like good little orphans, waiting for some nice lady to adopt them and take them home... or even an anti-social lady who avoids personal contact when she's exercising, if she could get her ass in gear to go fast enough to get home to get the truck to get back there in time to get them before the junktrucks started their rounds through the neighborhoods.
I was like this in my mind, a walking mantra, Please oh please,..please, please, please... as I was hoofing it through the 'hood. And then I thought, you ding-dong, just run! You're not a fucking invalid, you just gained 10 lbs. So I did, I ran without a jogbra even, and I burst into the house and hollered, "Honey, hurry! I found our office chairs, we've got to go get them before they're gone!!"
Without even stopping to ask questions (I love this about him), Royce came running down the steps and yelled, "Kids, stay here and don't answer the door!"
So we drove up the street, around the corner and around again, and there they were, still in a proper line, still patiently waiting. And we picked them up, all six, none left behind, and we stuffed them into the back of the truck. I waved at the lady to whom they once belonged who was inside the house where they used to live who waved to me from the window, and I mouthed to her, THANK YOU.
I was so excited, I still am and I keep thinking that in my mind, directed to no one and everyone in particular, another kind of mantra, thank you thank you thank you again
posted by SPOA | 6:35 AM
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That's a nice story; it really is. And I really believe there is a kind of synchronicity which lets things come together if you ask gently enough; if you know how to ask without asking.
But I couldn't help thinking of a quote from Baby Face Nelson or another of those 1930s bank robbers: "you can get a lot with a few kind words, but you can get more with a few kind words and a gun."
And I like your new avatar thingy. You know, there is something very soulful about shoes. (The pun is unintentional and I regret it because I really mean this.
There is a sorrow and an intimation of mortality about them.
A long time ago, before Hilary and I were married, I walked into the bathroom one morning and there on the floor were her slippers where she had stepped out of them to go to school.
There was a sadness and I thought, "if something were to happen to her; if she were to die, I could deal with it; I could deal with packing up her stuff and all that. But if I were to see her shoes on the floor where she had left them, it would break my heart.
"Ask without asking" Yeah, that's it exactly.
Very tender comment there mac, I know what you mean.
Your life is so amazing! Someone "up there" is most lovingly watching over you and yours :)
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