Feeling good only costs 10 cents

10 Swiss centimes

10 Euro cents

10 USA cents

You know how busy we all are, how we run from one task to the other, one errand to the next: a merry-go-round of “things to do”. If we’re lucky, we stop to “smell the roses” or recognize happiness when it hits.

 

This morning I was on my third errand, which involved parking in one of the commercial centers. Upon going to pay my parking ticket, the chap before me couldn’t get the machine to accept his bill, one that was within the limits of what the machine should accept. He turned it over, nothing to be done. He was then going to use a credit card (for 1 franc!) but

Must of thought that he had pressure as he looked first for change. After the fiasco of the bill I had offered to pay, but that was refused. However, when the coins he had came up short by 10 cents He did allow me to me to chip in. He left happy, I left happier!

Both in the same day… or

Finally seeing my sons.

 

It was a rather un-planned week, but by the end of it I needed to get some mail to my younger son, who, although he no longer lives at home, is still using my address. (As does his girlfriend – I guess I’m the “stable” one in the family).

This doesn’t bother me in the slightest until the mail piles up.

 

I had finally bundled it up and forwarded it, only to have it returned to the parents of the friend who’s apartment he is subletting. Good thing they live in my village.

 

So it was, and having received more mail, becoming rather urgent that I transfer this. Arranged to meet him at one of our larger DIY stores out where he would be teaching that day, but got hung up in a meeting (another story) and as was getting late by the time I was free arranged to meet him directly at his school. By the time all that had happened I still went on to the DIY center, was starving to popped up first to the restaurant for a bite. I was just coming out of the line when I heard behind me “I think, Ma’am, that we perhaps know each other”. And turned to see that my older son was just putting away his tray.

 

Serendipity as it can be literally months before I see both sons the same day!

 

 

A blast from the past…

A blast from the past

 

Twenty-three years ago I lost my husband; his heart and body simply couldn’t take any more after two valve replacements his heart was failing, a transplant was in the works, but he had a lung hemorrhage before it could take place.

 

Over the years we have adjusted, the good memories remain, the pain is blurred, as are the links to that part of my life.

 

Today, however, I ran into the first person from whom we rented offices all those years ago. His wife and I breast fed our sons together – so this was 45 years ago!

 

I recognized him, not sure that he really recognized me, but just the encounter was enough to transport me back through the years. I don’t need a time machine, friends and acquaintances do well in its’ stead.