Friday started out really badly. I missed my clinical day and was lost for 2 hours. I came home, ate a donut, cried, and decided that the morning was a loss and went back to bed. I woke up feeling better and snuggled in to read for a while. I got a phone call about an hour and a half later telling me that I had won 2nd place in the library’s reading contest. The prize was a $50 gift card to the bookstore and a book journal (it has pages for book reviews, to write down books that have been recommended to you, and to keep track of books you’ve loaned out). I went and picked it up and went book shopping as some retail therapy. I found a great book on making patterns for 1940’s and 1950’s casual wear. Exactly my favorite clothing times. I also found out that a series that I enjoy had 3 new books out since the last time I checked! Yay!
That was good, but what was even better was coming home to find an email saying that I could make up my missed clinical day next week. That made my day better in a hurry. I was trying to resign myself to failing the class because I missed the day. Whew! Relief like you wouldn’t believe. I want to hug my teacher. I won’t because that’d be weird, but I’d like to.
Yesterday my niece and I went and saw Phantom of the Opera. It was her first real theatre experience and she loved it. We are going back to see something else next month. I love being able to share this with her. I’m spending my “allowance” on the tickets, and I feel like it’s a much better use of the bulk of my saved money than frittering it away on cafeteria food and stuff that I don’t actually need. Instead, not only am I getting a wonderful experience, but I am sharing it with my niece. She’s an altogether neat kid. She’s old enough that she got swept away by the music and story of Phantom, but young enough that she was bubbling over with it afterwards. We got her a t-shirt. I love that I get to spend special time, just the two of us. I know that at various points in my life I have been grateful for relatives who are not my parents. They have your best interests at heart but won’t judge you. I want to make sure that she and her brother know that they have that with us, just in case they ever need it. As my mother always says, ” family is your best secret weapon.” And, they are cheaper than therapy!