Miracle #1: I made my own pants — and in half the time! I’ve started meeting with my friend once or twice a month for sewing lessons. So far I’ve made 2 pairs of pants and 2 pillow cases. I’m a bit of a slow and steady learner, but I’m starting to get more of the hang of things — this pair of pants took me 4 hours!
Miracle #2: I fixed my computer keys! After reaching the end of my rope with the “e” and “r” key randomly not working, I watched a youtube video today on taking the keyboard apart. I took the two keys off, cleaned a little around them, and put them back together. They don’t seem to be 100% but they are MUCH, MUCH better. . . which is fortunate, because when I began this blog post, I wanted to smash my keyboard into pieces.
Miracle #3: My rose bush is still alive! You may have read in some of my previous blog posts that I’ve been having some issues with our rose bush, a wedding gift from this past May. First there was an asian beetle. Then, apparently — caterpillars. The poor plant was left with nothing but stems. I wasn’t sure the rose bush was going to make it, but I clearly still know nothing about plants. The last few days I’ve noticed some beautiful fresh leaves with rosy trim. Plants will never cease to amaze me.
Miracle #4: Zumba Learning Fix! “What if it were easy?” At the beginning of this month I became a certified Zumba instructor, and I’ve started trying to learn the routine for my first class. I received a “My First Class” DVD and started on the first song, but I struggled not to copy the instructor, as I normally would as a participant. (As an instructor we have to learn to start with the opposite foot that we are used to, since we are mirroring the participants.) I’ve started thinking about one of my coaching questions: “What if it were easy?” and I applied it to this scenario. Why not actually capitalize on how good I am at following? So, I video recorded myself following the instructor and today started following myself in my own recording!
What were your miracles today? I’d love to hear about them! ❤ Much love and many blessings.
Asian beetle eats my rose bush.
So much damage.
Should he stay or should he go?
Are we not also . . .
the world’s pests?
“Image courtesy of Iamnee/ FreeDigitalPhotos.net”.
Last night, instead of reading or blogging or researching expressive arts (homework) I went on a reorganizing frenzy. I put dishes away, washed the sink dishes, wiped counters, and cleaned off and reorganized the counter space, moving kitchen equipment that we never use away and out of sight. I moved the dog cage to the garage — since we haven’t been using it. I cleaned off and wiped down the divider between the kitchen and living room space. (Originally the objects were there to discourage the cats from entering the kitchen, but we decided that hasn’t been an issue.) I did a load of towels. I pulled the metal shelves (not too heavy, but a little difficult to maneuver) from the basement and put them in the garage. (Brian moved his car before I could scratch it up. I think I did pretty well with my own, though I don’t really care if it gets scratched.) I took the gardening odds-and-ends (planters, pots, hoses, soil, fencing, stakes, etc) and put them on the shelves. I took the recyclables that we are unable to/have not gone to recycle (styrofoam, water bottles and cans that could be worth something, old medicine, old cleaners, light bulbs, batteries, etc) and put those on shelves. I put the windshield washer fluid and some other car fluid and put those on a shelf. I put the baseball bats and a rowing oar that Brian found between our house and our neighbor’s on the day of the flood — I hope nobody had to use it! — and put those things on a shelf. I took our Christmas tree that we moved to the garage after our basement flooded and recycled the old, ruined box — the soaked thing had broken open — and then filled up a whole set of shelves with all of the branches and the plastic interlocking pieces. I don’t even know what the rest of the stuff in the garage was (I don’t know if Brian even knows), but I put that on shelves, too. When I was done the garage floor was clean, and I didn’t feel too cold at all, not once throughout a half hour or more of organizing in the cold garage. (My fingers complained a bit, though. No gloves on, of course.) I was so energized and wanting to stay on the freight train of the “Teri cleaning machine” that I continued, organizing a bit of the bedroom, packing up a few things to give away, and then quickly finishing up the kitchen table (i.e. my work space — Brian gets the living room coffee table), as Brian was going up to bed. I’m a bit tired this morning, but all-in-all, I did a great job, and I feel fantastic!