Dreaming What Ifs...

So Close to Love

When the phone rang, I wasn't expecting a wrong number.  I certainly wasn't expecting the person to ask for Love. 

"I'm sorry, there is no Love here."  I said, and hung up.  The phone rang again immediately.  It was the same man.

"Did I dial this right?"  He said.  "The number I'm trying to reach is xxx-xxx-L*O*V*E"  After a moments hesitation he laughed, "OH, I'm sorry, I'm one number wrong.  I dialed a six instead of a seven.  Sorry".

I looked at the number and agreed...He was one number off.  I grimaced at the thought of my home phone number being so close to this other place.  How many more lonely people would be calling this number, looking for some dating service.

It didn't take long before the next call came a few days later.  "Hello, is this Love?"

"Sorry, there is no Love here.  You have the wrong number." 

"Didn't I dial xxx-xxx-L*O*V*E?"  He asked, urgency in his voice.  Somehow, he sounded a bit despondent.  I wondered how desperate this guy was for a date. 

I told him he was one number off and he apologized, relieved.

Out of curiosity, I decided to look up this LOVE number and see what type of services it gave to such desperate sounding men.   I imagined women, sex, drugs, Rock&Roll, and maybe even donuts.

As the sight loaded onto my computer screen, I felt a little chagrined  at my earlier thoughts.  "LOVE.....Serving the community in the Name of Christ.  Helping to mobilize churches to better serve their communities through volunteering." 

OH!  A community service group that works through the local churches.  

When I told Dave, he grabbed the phone, "I wonder if our number spells anything."

I took a look, "Oh - it does.....K*R*U*D"

Color

It's been a while since I talked Chicken.

  Bwack Bwack, Cluck, Cluck, Bwack.

Ha!  Seriously, all joking aside, all five of our hens are laying now.  It took a while.  Two of them just started this last month.

As you can see, we receive beautiful eggs - all slightly different shades and hues.  If you look really close, even the brown eggs are slightly different.

If only my Farmville (Facebook) hens could lay so well!

The Prognosis

Juvenile Xanthogranuloma

Such a big word.  Rare.  Benign, usually.

Most cases involve children under the age of 2.  Rarely are older children diagnoses.  Even rarer are growths in the eye.

Jammin' will be watched.  We will wait and see what happens. 

At least we know and can be prepared if other symptoms develop.

Missing a Bag

Saturday afternoon I stopped at one of the many rest stops on Interstate 5.  This one happened to be just south of Olympia, Washington.  We'd already been on the road toward home for three hours and all of us needed a stretch of the legs, particularly me, since I'd been the one driving through the tangled traffic mess of Everett and Seattle Washington.

I searched for the dog leashes and not seeing them immediately in sight figured they were up above in the car-top carrier.  Of course, they were not.  I shut the top and then found the leashes under the front seat. 

After our much needed potty break we continued on our way toward home.  Dave drove and I sat in the passenger seat to close my eyes and relax.  About forty minutes down the road I noticed the SUV next to us.  The driver had his hand out the window, pointing to our car and back at his.... his car-top carrier!

"Dave, pull over!"  I said, "Something is wrong with our carrier."

Dave quickly pulled off the road into the wide shoulder.  Indeed, our car-top carrier had come open.  I dreaded the thought of everything inside being drenched from the rain, or worse, having flown out onto the road.

"Everything looked to be in there."  Dave reassured me.  "It wasn't opened up too wide and that little blue bag was in there.  If it didn't fly out, nothing else would."

I was reassured and fell asleep in the car.  We arrived home extremely late, tired, and left the car as-is until morning.

It was morning when I wanted my toothbrush I realized exactly what had happened.

Somewhere on Interstate 5, between Olympia and Vancouver Washington, lies a cute little yellow bag.  It is probably wet and dirty by now and may have even been run over by a car during the night it flew from the safety of the carrier.  Fortunately, everything inside can easily be replaced...my toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, face scrub, lotion, perfume, and probably a few "womanly" items. I think there was a baby toothbrush too and my favorite brush.

Good bye my little yellow bag.  You've been my constant traveling companion these ten years pass.  I shall miss you.