52 weeks of happy (1/52)

Shortly after writing my post on joy in little things I accidentally stumbled across this blog post. And I decided to join in. The idea is to share 4 little things that have made you happy in the last week for 52 weeks. So here goes!

1. Coming in at number one is the awesome T-shirt I found while shopping on Friday afternoon. I had been on prac at the zoo all morning (starting at 6:30am, ugh), so by the time I finished the grocery shopping (Read as: trying to get food without being killed by numerous, crazy, and sometimes inconsiderate shoppers) I was well and truly worn out. My feet were sore, my back was sore, and I just wanted to go home and sleep. But I had parked miles away (due to the numerous other shoppers beating me to the good parking spots!) and had to walk past quite a few other shops before I got to my car. And as I walked, the aforementioned shirt caught my eye – it was just a regular T-shirt, nothing special – until you saw the word ‘WIFEY’ printed across the front in big letters! I was so excited! A definite must-have! So I bought it and my husband was suitably impressed.

2. In second place is the set of 3 pineapple doilies (crocheted to sell to a friend), that I FINALLY finished last night! Feels like I’ve been working on them forever and it makes me happy to see them all done! Here they are, all finished and wrapped, ready to go to their new home. IMG_3235

3. At number 3, I have finally started my birding album on Facebook! (I am a member of a Facebook birding group that is currently running a ‘Big Year’ type challenge – photograph as many different Aussie bird species as you can in the current financial year. Two weeks into the challenge and I finally have a start – 18 lovely little birdies in one Sabbath afternoon stroll! I know I am way behind the serious bird-watchers in the group, but at least I’m having fun!

My favourite shot of the day!

My favourite shot of the day!

4. And my last happy thing would be the washing bobbing happily on the line. And the clean dishes. (Considering I have barely done dishes in the last couple of days, I am quite proud of the amazing transformation of the kitchen!) After being on prac all week it is great to have time to wash and clean!

Strange things

You know those things that make you roll your eyes and sigh in exasperation? The ‘Huh? What on earth is that doing here? Come to think of it, what IS that?’ kind of things. They seem to be everywhere.

There was the fishing hook from on the windowsill yesterday. Fishing hooks don’t usually grow on windowsills, so I must assume that someone put it there. Since it was a bit old and rusty I assume that someone put it there a long time ago. And since it was in the lounge room of all places, I must conclude that said someone liked fishing. A lot. I guess it was the people who lived here before us. They would probably have got on well with my husband – he loves fishing. Why? Oh who knows – perhaps it is that thrill of dragging your wife along with you to a suitable spot, throwing a line in, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting, until you eventually give up on catching any fish and go home! (You may have gathered that I do not like fishing. I do not have the necessary level of patience.) But anyway…fortunately the hook I found is quite unsuitable for further use and so when I showed my husband he merely laughed and did not suggest we go fishing. (Insert sigh of relief here.) But on to more strange things in my house.

Yesterday morning when I was washing those never-ending dishes, I pulled out a soapy steelo to scrub a pot. As I scrubbed, I noticed that it was making the water browner. So I took a closer look – and there was something that looked like dirt coming out the end. So I pulled it apart. (Perfectly normal reaction I assure you.) Well, when I had pulled the whole thing open I discovered a bunch of dirt on the inside! In a panic I texted a photo of this phenomenon to my mother. (Mothers know everything right?) She suggested rust, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t. She assured me it was entertaining. I was pretty sure it wasn’t. I asked the husband when he got home, but he knew nothing about it. So we are left with a mystery. And one more strange thing in my house. I got a new one out of the box and kept on washing – after all, dishes don’t do themselves.

Last week was worse. A glove appeared on the dining table. Well, you say, what is wrong with that? It was black. So? Well I had never seen one like it before. It was kind of like those latex medical gloves, except it wasn’t. I left it there in hopes it would vanish at some point. It didn’t. So the next evening when my husband got home, I was all prepared. I was going to handle this tactfully and nicely and at the same time uncover the mystery of the glove! So I said, ‘Um, darling? It’s not a problem but I was just wondering, what is that glove on the table?’ ‘Oh, that’s a sewer glove.’ See this is the problem with marrying a plumber. They are so calm, so completely complacent, as if it is completely natural to have a SEWER GLOVE ON THE DINING TABLE!!! Me on the other hand? I nearly had a heart attack. ‘It’s a WHAT??!!’ He went on to reassure me that it was ok, it was a clean sewer glove. Well that’s a relief. But still!

So far there have been no other strange appearances. Which is good, because I don’t think I could take much more! But I am getting there. And learning that sometimes those things you can’t understand, that make you roll your eyes and sigh in exasperation? Well, sometimes they aren’t ‘things’ at all. Sometimes they are called ‘husbands’.

God grant me patience.