I'm not ignoring you, I promise.  But suddenly, there's this guy named Figaro who has appeared to take over my life.  Not that I'm really complaining, because he's a nice guy and all, but I miss my other guys.  Like Alexender Belov (if you can figure out who that is, you are my new best friend.)

But, guys, I came down with a mean case of the Mean Reds Tuesday afternoon.  It was bad.  I cried in semi-public.  By semi-public, I mean, someone could've walked in on me, but didn't (whoo - wipe the sweat of my brow) - I don't like to be seen crying - I'll admit that.  It bothers me.  I couldn't even tell you why I was crying.  And it wasn't really crying, just that choking sobs, with the occasional tear.

But then something wonderful happened.  I went grocery shopping at Aldi's.  And, unfortunately, the quarter I typically keep in my car for shopping trips to Aldi's had been spent on a semi-spontaneous trip to Sushi Boat down on Oakland Avenue (if you haven't been there, go.  Love their Philly rolls.  Actually, I love anyone's Philly rolls - haven't met one I don't like.  But I digress..).  So I debate walking somewhere and getting change for the dollar in my purse or driving home for a quarter.  But then I decided to walk up to the women unload her buggy and ask if she had change.  And she just gave me the cart.  It's a quarter, but still, it's a really generous thing, in my opinion, to do.  You go to Giant Eagle and over the cart to someone and they look at you like you have a disease.  Multiple times at Aldi's, this has happened to me. 

But I decided to pay it forward.  When I was checking out, I was unloading and a lady steps behind me.  She has two items; I have 20.  I let her in front of me and she says, "Oh, thank you.  I've had such a bad day; thank you for the gesture," or something to that affect.

And I could totally relate.  If that nice lady hadn't given me her buggy in the parking lot, I'd probably still be here in my living grumbling about having to sew these damn capes because it's kind of frustrating working with the material.  But I'm okay with it for now (because after all, how can working with any kind of fabric after 9p be anything BUT frustrating).

But for now, I'm going to go visit with Mr. Belov for a while and then fall asleep. 

And as Anne always says, "Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes.  Isn't that a nice thought Marilla?"