As this year comes to an end, I wanted to share a trio of serendipitous events that happened on Tuesday.
1. Two years ago I ordered 15 vanilla beans online and promptly lost them somewhere; I have no idea how or why. My kitchen is small, so cooking/baking/decorating supplies are spread out all over the house. I spent far too much time looking for them as well as wondering what part of my brain squirreled it away or used it in some recipe that I can't remember. (What recipe would use 15 vanilla beans???)
Well, on Tuesday, I was finally able to spend some time cleaning up the kitchen and freezer and decided to decant several bags of coffee into cobalt blue cannisters near the coffee machine. As I opened one tall cannister, a delightful whiff of vanilla hit me...and there were my 15 vanilla beans--safe and sound after 2 years of storage.
2. About a half-hour later, a gentleman pulled his truck up into my driveway and handed me my wallet...which I didn't even know I had lost. AND it still had $170 and all my ID and credit cards in it. He had found it laying on a road that I had not been on! Post-game analysis indicates I had left it on the roof of Larry's car when we came back from our beach walk and breakfast. Lar had driven away later for a doctor's appointment and taken a back road...which is where this kind, sweet, HONEST man found my wallet laying in the middle of the road. We hugged, I thanked him and pulled out a $20 bill. He protested, but I insisted it was a small price to pay for restoring my faith in humanity.
3. to be continued as soon as I get through airport security (on my way to Pittsburgh)
(continued 10,000 feet over Georgia)
The third gift of Tuesdays with Magi was found in our garage. Larry had cleaned out the attic and I was getting ready to donate a portable heater, an old film projector and my FIL's typewriter, stored in its own carrying case.
I put the heater and projector in my car and opened the carrying case to check out the typewriter. In the carriage role was a dried and brittle piece of paper.
And on the paper, in faded ink, was a love letter, written to me by Larry over 30 years ago...unsent and left behind in the typewriter when he left his parent's home in Pittsburgh to move to NM for his masters. Reading it was a cherished reminder of first love.
Sometimes, life grants us the opportunity to recover that which has been lost.
PS: On the downside, my car keys are still lost.
1. Two years ago I ordered 15 vanilla beans online and promptly lost them somewhere; I have no idea how or why. My kitchen is small, so cooking/baking/decorating supplies are spread out all over the house. I spent far too much time looking for them as well as wondering what part of my brain squirreled it away or used it in some recipe that I can't remember. (What recipe would use 15 vanilla beans???)
Well, on Tuesday, I was finally able to spend some time cleaning up the kitchen and freezer and decided to decant several bags of coffee into cobalt blue cannisters near the coffee machine. As I opened one tall cannister, a delightful whiff of vanilla hit me...and there were my 15 vanilla beans--safe and sound after 2 years of storage.
2. About a half-hour later, a gentleman pulled his truck up into my driveway and handed me my wallet...which I didn't even know I had lost. AND it still had $170 and all my ID and credit cards in it. He had found it laying on a road that I had not been on! Post-game analysis indicates I had left it on the roof of Larry's car when we came back from our beach walk and breakfast. Lar had driven away later for a doctor's appointment and taken a back road...which is where this kind, sweet, HONEST man found my wallet laying in the middle of the road. We hugged, I thanked him and pulled out a $20 bill. He protested, but I insisted it was a small price to pay for restoring my faith in humanity.
3. to be continued as soon as I get through airport security (on my way to Pittsburgh)
(continued 10,000 feet over Georgia)
The third gift of Tuesdays with Magi was found in our garage. Larry had cleaned out the attic and I was getting ready to donate a portable heater, an old film projector and my FIL's typewriter, stored in its own carrying case.
I put the heater and projector in my car and opened the carrying case to check out the typewriter. In the carriage role was a dried and brittle piece of paper.
And on the paper, in faded ink, was a love letter, written to me by Larry over 30 years ago...unsent and left behind in the typewriter when he left his parent's home in Pittsburgh to move to NM for his masters. Reading it was a cherished reminder of first love.
Sometimes, life grants us the opportunity to recover that which has been lost.
PS: On the downside, my car keys are still lost.
