waffles

I had the garage get me rims for my winter tires a few months ago, so I wouldn't need to switch them back and forth, and they would be ready when winter came along. It seems to have done so with a vengeance, so I went in yesterday to have them switched. Rims don't fit.

I wasn't happy with the way my wipers were performing, so I had the garage replace them when I was having some other work done. Today, while trying to clean the ice off them, they overlapped, and both broke right off. I bought new ones at Canadian tire. Can't figure out how to attach them.

Called the garage to see if they had rims yet and had to listen to him tell me how busy they are trying to make everyone happy. It's not working.

I got an email from my friend Sharon Crowe, telling me how often she thinks of me, how much she likes and admires me and that she loves me. It made me cry.

I read a post of my daughter's, telling others about all the things she has learned. It made me proud and happy.

I listened to my youngest son talk about his concerns and joys as a parent. I appreciate how important it is to him and how much "in love" he is with his family.

I was invited to share waffles with Kelly and the boys tonight. Not the best meal for me. Company was perfect!

People are what matters; the other shit can all blow up, but as long as we have people to love, who also love us, all will be well.

"Why can't I just eat my waffle?" Barack Obama

Love, elly