No Massage and Other Stuff

I was supposed to have a massage today. I left the house a bit earlier than usual to go to the drugstore first since I needed to pick up my eye drops, Then I started into Burlington. I was about half way there and listening to some cheery marches when suddenly, I heard "Halleujah! Hallelujah!" coming from my purse! I had forgotten my cell phone was in there so that was a surprise. Now, when I am driving, I don’t do anything but drive so I let it go to voice mail and checked the voice mail when I was in the parking lot of the massage place. It was Beth, the massage therapist telling me she was having car trouble so would it be all right to postpone the massage until next Sunday?  I called her back and said that would be fine unless we had a heavy snow {which is when I tend to cancel.} She added, "Or I hit another moose!" which is the reason she cancelled last year! Both reasons seem rather unlikely, so I guess the massage will be next Sunday…

I stopped at Subway on the way home and got a sandwich with turkey and lots and lots of veggies. I have been there several times since I found it. In Vermont there restrictions on how big and how high businesses can have their signs and so, although I had been looking for it for some time, I didn’t find it partly because I have to admit I was looking on the wrong side of the road for it!  It was not until Diane’s husband said it was on the left that I started looking for it there! When I first came to Vermont, I was a little taken aback to find that the signs on the interstates and the roads are so small but after a while, I got used to it. But, to a certain extent, there is no doubt that if you are on an interstate in Vermont, you have to know which interstate exit you need to get to get off at. The interstate exits are marked but there are no business signs!I know when I was in North Carolina I was amazed and somewhat disconcerted to find I didn’t have to divide the trash into recyclables and non-recyclables. Here I have a non-recycle trashcan and a box for recyclables. When I first came to live here we had to separate paper from the rest of the recyclables. Now, apparently, they have clever machines that separate the glass and cans from the paper!

Tomorrow is laundry day…

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“As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.” -Steve Maraboli