From the moment I learned what a peony was it became my favorite flower.
Driving home today I saw dozens of peony bushes drooping and bending under the weight of their huge showy blooms after the rain.
I’ve decided that peonies aren’t really my favorite flower anymore, they’re difficult and they give up too easily.
Sure they’re pretty, but should looks really outweigh simplicity and ease? I don’t think so.
I’m now considering the petunia as my favorite, they’re the one flower I can keep alive on a consistent basis. Hardy little blooms, petunias are.
Vivi lost her damn mind in the produce section today. I was in too deep and too close to being done to abandon everything and walk out.
Vivi insisted on being held as we walked out, but here’s the thing, one cannot hold at sobbing toddler in one arm and navigate a very full shopping cart with the other arm.
I tried, it’s not possible.
Which led me to pushing the cart with both hands while Vivi sobbed in the seat.
I really wish someone would have offered to help, I probably could have asked for it, I probably should have asked for it. But I didn’t.
Remember when baggers used to push your cart out to your car for you? I really could have used that today.
When Addie and I were in New York I was torn on taking her to a show on Broadway. Times Square is so busy and shows are so expensive. It was super rainy on Sunday so I decided a matinee would be an awfully good idea.
Discount tickets to Newsies were available at TKTS, but the line was long and we were already soaked and exhausted from waiting in line for two hours at Carlo’s Bakery.
I decided to try the theater for full price tickets, we had already come so far and Addie had been such a trooper.
Full price tickets were sold out so we waited in line again in hopes of getting some through a cancellation, we were told our chances were slim. The good news was at least this line was indoors and we had lots of pastries from Carlo’s to keep us company.
Just before we were ready to admit defeat, a woman stopped with her daughter and asked if we were buying tickets.
“Well, I hope we can.”
“I have two extras, the people who were coming with us couldn’t make it and I would hate for them to go to waste.”
Just like that she handed over two seventh row center seats to a sold out showing of Newsies on Broadway. She refused to let me pay her and I started to weep.
I thanked her a thousand times for the tickets and a thousand times more for sharing her son with our country.
I dare you to tell me karma isn’t real.
Put good out there, get good back.
I drove past a church sign today that said “If God brought you to it, He will help you through it.”
I sometimes wish my church had a witty sign out front.