Grace for the ordinary

Mother's Day: glowing card from Himself along with a generous gift certif to my favorite music store; special breakfast at church followed by special speaker and even more special invitation for me to lead a missions team to Romania in July '06 for a youth camp; stop at aforesaid store to spend my windfall; invitation to dinner by friends; surprise lovely remembrance from my not-so-demonstrative daughter; outing to see a good flick (Kingdom of Heaven, my own review to follow); good Pinot Noir and rich conversation at home. Short of having Jeremy here in the flesh, what could be better?

Monday: Sub instructor (sub in more ways than one) in exercise class. Frustrating voice mail limbo to find out why florist forgot Mother's Day balloon for MiL. Dirty bathroom. Dead flowers. Waiting for phone call from doc's office (which never came). Vacuuming. Plugged bathtub drain. All junk mail. Too tired to go to the supermarket. Clutter everywhere I look. Church directory not done yet. Two bags each recycling and trash to go out. Cracked cuticles. Can't remember the chords to a song I need to practice for coffeehouse; need to work it out again and this time remember to write the chords out. Must burn practice CD for Himself's worship team, but can't until I buy the songs and remember where I put the rest. Need to start losing weight again. Must fill out passport app for the Romania trip--already did it twice, but can't recall what I did with them. Once more, there's mold growing on the bathroom ceiling; must get out the bleach. Gack. It's my least favorite household task. Reminder that I haven't started the business yet, and every day is one step farther away. Inertia threatens.

There is grace for the dull, blah, definitely un-fun days.