If you still don’t believe that heaven answers prayers, then can you explain why on my last three trips to the post office, the rude lady behind the middle counter who I always try to avoid — and seriously hope and pray that my turn doesn’t fall on her lap — hasn’t been there. And those weren’t consecutive days! Pure luck, perhaps? As if by some cosmic phenomenon influenced by my supersonic allergic reaction to la rude, I had directly caused her disappearance. I can do that to you if you’re bad too, y’know. Just kidding. Is she sick? Not that I miss her. But I hope she’s okay…and has a job. Though I’m thankful that my past three trips had been a breeze. I’m done with all my Christmas mailings. Woot woot!
Next mission: Food. Check. I enjoyed some nice quality time…a quiet date…with myself, at Burger King, where I stopped to collect myself, sasiate my hunger (of course, you’ll encounter a lot of these in my journal) with a 3-buck meal, and stare at my Christmas list rethinking my game plan. It wasn’t that profound really…I just had to figure out where to go next. And yes, thanks for the little window of quiet time. That made an ocean of difference in my current affairs.
Shopping for presents. Check. Now, I’m 98% done with my list. And I’m thankful for Tylenol, which was fundamental in tiding me over the entire shopping trip. I strutted around as if I wasn’t suffering from stiff neck, muscle spasms nor nerves that were going bonkers with a passion. Hubby even visited me at the store on his way to an errand (he said he wanted to see me and eat with me perhaps but I’ve already eaten, oops too late) but he eventually got bored realizing his obvious lack of purpose and decided to go home — after I insinuated several times that he needed some rest too hahaha, I mean, I really felt so sorry seeing him pretend like a rock perched on a bench in the middle of the women’s section, but yes, I’m very thankful for the gesture!
My parents called to wish me happy birthday too (my birthday - Pinoy time). I’m really touched. I was passed on between mom-dad-mom-dad-mom-dad until they probably got bored with me. Just kidding. I really enjoyed talking to them. My shopping trip was put in pause mode, freezing the whole world if you know what I mean. I sat down — where hubby was pretending to be a rock earlier — with my shopping bags between my knees, next to my butt, strewn on the floor next to my worn-out go-go boots, with my humongous work purse hanging half-heartedly from my left shoulder, holding the phone to my ear with my left hand, clutching my shopping list and a fat pen with my right and tilting my head for no reason…and then, focused on my parents. My blessings! Having them is the world’s greatest present in the world and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Have a different set, I mean. My mom reminded me to thank God for my life and told me that they will be holding a simple yet special birthday lunch for me over there as they always do every year — PANCIIIIIT, yeah babeh… My dad, on the other hand, reminded me to have fun and keep the stress down, especially this holiday season. He specifically told me to sit down at Starbucks and just watch people, exactly like how he does it. Yes, Daddy, don’t worry. I’m a lot like you and I just did…at Burger King.
I wasn’t sure if the Tylenol started fizzling out or weariness from lugging those shopping bags around was just getting the better of me so I had to call it a night.
I’m thankful that I was able to scratch off a lot of stuff from my TO DO list though.
Even if by the last hour, you could have caught me at my all-time-best spaced-out moment: I absent-mindedly lined up for the check-out counter of Old Navy behind three “what-the-heck-is-this-live-person-doing-next-to-us” immobile mannequins. No wonder “my” line wouldn’t budge for a while — duh!
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