Thursday, Feb. 04, 2010
Lesson for the day
Jan Huntsinger, Guest Columnist
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I think I may be losing it. This morning, like everyone else in town, I got up again to drab, gray, icky daylight. I started a pot of coffee brewing and decided to do some bookkeeping stuff and pay bills.
True to form, Hannah, my trusty four-legged friend made herself comfy on the floor beside me.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee made me get up and go to the kitchen and get some. Boy it sure tasted good.
I looked out the window and sure enough, it was still gray and drab and there was the overnight snow on the ground. The thought, “When is this going to be over?” crossed my mind. “Dear Lord, please, just a little bit of sunshine would be nice. Please.”
After dining on toast and coffee I decided I had to get up and do something else.
Something productive, like run the sweeper but not just any sweeper…my brand-new super duper “remove all pet hair” sweeper.
As I re-entered the living room, I noticed much to my dismay, that dear sweet Hannah, with her sensitive tummy, had decided to share her uneasiness in the middle of the carpet.
When did she do that? I could not imagine what she had ingested that was white. Whatever!
I retrieved my can of Spot Shot from under the cabinet and sprayed the area real good. Shoot! Here’s another spot. Sprayed it too. Now I had to wait a few minutes for it to achieve maximum cleaning ability, according to the instructions on the side of the can. Oh heck, I’ll just spray a little extra, what can it hurt? I put the can away and grabbed a hand full of paper towels. If this is how the day was going to go, it would be a very long day.
Hannah, of course, was sleeping quite comfortably in her favorite spot. Sure, she felt better and she didn’t have to clean it up.
As I was heading back to clean up the mess I realized that I didn’t have my glasses on. Oh great. What did I do with them?
I looked where I always leave them but they weren’t there. Oh well. I’ll get the mess cleaned and go look later.
As I entered the living room I realized the spot had grown. Sure enough, this was going to be one of those days. I realized that this might take some extra elbow grease so I sat down to get better leverage. As I started rubbing the spot it disappeared.
Now that’s strange. I moved my hand and there it was back again, so once again I started rubbing the spot. Did I mention I didn’t have my glasses on? It immediately disappeared again.
It was at that time I was so glad I was alone because I looked closer and realized what I was trying to remove was a spot of sunshine.
I laughed so hard and you know what? The day improved.
Guess my lesson for the day is something my Mom always said, “To be careful what you ask for. God may just give it to you.” Now could you tell me where my glasses are?
Jan Huntsinger is a guest columnist for the Journal. To respond to today’s commentary, call 816-282-7001 or e-mail editor@bluespringsjournal.com.
