The Day After Yesterday

Because yesterday pretty much sucked.

(Editor's Note: Yes. I can say "sucks" on this blogspot because I haven't told J.L. & Betty Morris there's a place to read their granddaughter's unfurled heart and its secular thoughts. Until then, I can cut loose.. Wooh! Crazy Aunt Joy...)

Great Intro. Too bad I have nothing to deliver except lots of godless chatter on How To fix a flat tire (bike or 4runner... Dad swears by AAA), apply for Commercial Use Authorization permits in our nation's national parks, handle a broken heart, why sunscreen should be considered and Botox avoided, How to get free upgrade at the car wash (sometimes the guys will throw in an overwhelming citrus scent...

What I'm really thinking about this minute: Isaiah 30 (which would totally be Grandparent-approved)

In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.

The LORD wants to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the LORD is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.

Today was better than yesterday. For one simple reason: I trust you again. Tomorrow, who knows? Dammit I'll try though (sorry, G's).

More to come on that fine line between trusting you, doubting me, the upsetting flipflop that results as the moments unroll...

Meanwhile, thank goodness for sushi, Pandora Radio, UPS and the McDowell Mountains that I lovve (Hmm..I see a theme in those blessings: texture and rhythm...I like that...Read a secret to getting over heartbreak written by Kris Kristofferson the other day: Write a song. something there that has all the potential to be a pop sensation....

That's all this last day of April. I have a GREAT HOPE for May. Maybe it's the cooler weather, my fixed flat, a peaceful conversation with Johnny Jack Junior, scripture...who knows....

(Grandparents: Dad doesn't really swear. He just really believes in AAA. Historically, I've never done anything he thought I should. These days I drool over his wisdom. But, because I am my own person, I held strong to one stupid principle: I rebelled against his financial planning wisdom and opted to not spend the $15 bucks a year to renew my membership. Since then, I've locked my keys in the car once and had a flat tire. The Murphy's Law is that NOTHING happens to the people who actually have Triple A. The sad thing is I still haven't called to renew. And I won't. for the same reason I won't sign up for FREAKING FACEBOOK. Yes. FREAKING. I said it. I should stop writing before things get REALLY crazy and I lose all credibility as a lady...)