Happy Monday one and all! It’s time for 7 For Seven, which originated at key + arrow. In their own words, this is what 7 for Seven is all about:
“Every Monday, we post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what we have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.”
It’s a lovely idea, thanks key + arrow for the inspiration! Without further ado, Contrary Mom’s 7 for Seven:
Last week I was delighted to receive in the mail a lovely card from Izzy and Sarah at Kev’s Hope. Sarah read my post, My Mom Died, Too on Mamapedia.com. She contacted me and asked if she and her daughter, Izzy, could send me a card. I didn’t know anything about Kev’s Hope at the time, but I found out that Sarah and Izzy created the organization after Sarah lost her father to Multiple Myeloma. Kev’s Hope sends handmade cards, meals, and care packages to individuals and family members struggling with a life threatening disease. Thank you, Sarah and Izzy, for your inspiring message!
Today my old roof is being torn off to make way for a new one which will be paid for entirely by our insurance company! Woohoo!! I have a feeling I will be posting pictures of my new roof on next week’s 7 for Seven!
We had a garage sale last Friday and Saturday. My attic is still cluttered, but more manageably so. I realized that, having three daughters, I could easily stock a used clothing store for years on end. It was bittersweet to let go of some of the baby items, but I’m proud of myself for resisting the urge to become a hoarder of epic proportions.
For those of you who’ve seen me posting about them on Facebook, you’ll be happy to know that I’ve finally eaten a Cronut! My thoughtful, pretty, overall-wonderful friend Aasta brightened my day on Friday by stopping by our Garage Sale and bringing with her some tasty pastry! Dear God, what an experience the Cronut is! As you can tell from the pic, it was huge and it was hard to get my big mouth around it, but I persevered and I was handsomely rewarded. For those who don’t know, the Cronut is a croissant donut and it’s a big trend in the U.S. right now. You can learn more about them here at Cronut 101.
Last Wednesday evening I had a nice sushi dinner with my cute little sister at Hiro 88 which is in downtown Omaha. We had some Cali rolls and edamame, lots of good conversation, too. We got silly walking around downtown and did some thrift shopping. It was a simple, perfect night out with one of my favorite people in the whole wide world!
I was reading a post by one of my best blogging girlfriends, Miss Fanny P at The Adventures of Miss Fanny P. Unfortunately her adorable youngest son was punched in the eye by a park bench this weekend and has a fierce black eye to prove it. In her post, she described a wait at the E.R. which was made more pleasant by the kindness of strangers. I loved the sentiment, and it brought back this great memory I hadn’t thought of for awhile… When my mom was in the hospital dying last December, our family, friends, and I spent a lot of time in the family waiting room. There was a man who was there non-stop visiting someone. I often saw him in the waiting room, usually holding a guitar and sometimes I felt like he was listening in on our conversations.
My husband and a sister were in the waiting room one afternoon. There were some other people but they weren’t paying attention when the man took out his guitar and began to strum. My sister said he played a sad Mexican ballad. They just sat and listened while he played. They’ve both said since that it was overwhelmingly beautiful. When the song was over the man got up to leave. My husband stood up and thanked the man. The man said, “I played it for you two,” then he went back through the doors to the hospital rooms.
Last night my dad invited everyone over to his house for BLT’s and corn on the cob. BLT’s are a favorite family meal and he did such a good job preparing dinner for everyone. My dad never cooked before my mom died so when I see him trying so hard to make a nice meal for everyone it makes me very happy in a bittersweet way. I feel very loved. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful father, such a wonderful family. I am a lucky, lucky lady.