March Showers, Bring April....

I received flowers today. From a guy.

I don't usually ever receive flowers. From girls or guys. My sister sent some to me on my 14th birthday. As she was on the other side of the country, I thought it was so neat! And there were some carnations around Valentine's Day that came from sweet albeit pitying males from church, and one from a good friend because she knew how much I always wanted to receive flowers. And there were some that came to my apartment. And the corsages that my high school prom and college Homecoming dates gave me.

But it just isn't the same, you know? I mean, this guy actually came right up to me at work and handed me a bouquet of daffodils and mums. So bright, so pretty, so wonderfully fragrant. I haven't had a smile like that since I don't know when. And while it was technically to brighten up the place, they were given to me. Not one of the other librarians. Me.

So I like to look at it as today, o Marvelous Thursday, I received flowers. From a guy.






(Who cares if he is 3? I think that makes it all the better! Or maybe there's just something in the fact that it IS April Fool's Day and I've just had the fact that I am a fool driven in even more because of every male my age who could have and should have given me flowers some time in my life yet didn't.....Oh well.!)

3.2

I am warulnking my first 5k today.

Wow. Sorry about that. Looks like a bad word up there. It's just my (sore) attempt to combine "running" and "walking" into one word. Didn't work out so well.

But hey! I'm doing it! I have done absolutely zero training for it and don't expect to win any awards (except for maybe Slowest Person in the World), but it'll be fun.

It starts in little over an hour. *Bites nails* Geez, I shouldn't be this nervous.

It's only warulnking.

Weeding

The garden. My favorite place when the sun is hot and the breeze is cool. Nothing can rival the satisfaction of unearthing gnarled, twisted roots covered in soft dirt. Whether they're long and stringy coming out the ground like a buried fuse or thick and stalky making a glorious rip on the way out, roots—all of them—are my new favorite thing. Nothing but good things matter when my hands are covered in muddy, squishy, wormy dirt. My only tangible reward is a pile of roots and a sweaty back. But as far as the stuff I can't see and feel, the part of me on the inside that squirms with childish delight, my compensation seems to be the ability to laugh easily and enjoy little things. Things like a four year old asking “What's Mexico?” and “Do spies have swords or not?” Or emails from a freezing young man witnessing the largest sculpted Lenin head in the world.

So from a person not in any position to give any sort of advice, here's my new theory on obtaining happiness: Go weed a garden. You never know what sort of things will begin to make your insides ridiculously content.

Sitting Waiting Wishing

I've been wracking my brain, trying to remember if someone has already alluded to this song here on a Thursday. I can't find any record of it, so if I am a copy cat, please forgive me.

I literally spent all day in the waiting room of the ER today. I was asked to take a sick co-worker to the hospital (the closest form of any medical treatment center around), and though we arrived at 11:15, we didn't leave until 4:00. And they didn't call Mr. Sick Andinfirm into the back until 3:00.

So on my way home, I had this song stuck in my head, and decided to make it fit. Enjoy! (And my deepest apologies to Mr. Jack Johnson, for tarnishing such a brilliant piece of lyrical genius.)

Well I was sitting waiting wishing
You believed in quick admission
Then maybe you’d see the signs
This coughing/hacking isn’t cool
And to make him wait is just really cruel
And this waiting room is starting to look too small

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?

I try to read the book I brought
But the soaps are on and it’s just too hot
Putting up with this isn’t worth the treats in the ‘burban
And maybe you’re swamped like you say you be
But there’s no one here
So it’s hard see
That you’re not just making us wait because you can

I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you
I can’t always be playing, playing your fool

I’m waiting here now
And so patiently
Won’t you please let him in
And stop his coughing?
Keep building us up, then sitting us down
Well I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well if I was in your position
I’d get this boy a quick admission
I’d wonder why it’d taken me so long
But goodness knows that I’m not you
And if I was, I wouldn’t be so cruel
‘Cause waiting on docs ain’t so easy to do

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?
No I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you
I can’t always be playing, playing your fool

Fool.

There is Sunshine

I love, love, love, love, love, love a sunny day!

OK.

I love rainy days, too.

But today, I love, love, love, love, love, love the sunny day!!!!

Shameless Plug

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Calling someone to sing this to me!

How can I love something so much, and hate it, too?

By the way, listening is better than watching this--in my opinion. For further opinions, you can read my full spoiler review here.

And that's what my Thursday has been.