The sad samosa

Last night on his way to work, my darling hubby bought me a samosa. It was a lovely thing, the size of a hardball, with spicy vegetables inside.  I warmed it up, and as I was enjoying my first bite, I wandered outside in search of a cool breeze. 
Next thing I knew, I felt a biting on my arm! A ladybug was doing its best to devour my forearm! The samosa went flying as I scrambled to free myself from the jaws of the ladybug.
Poor samosa! It was so delicious, yet it lay there in the dirt on my deck.  (There was no 5 second rule, as it landed beside my garbage pail.. bleh!)  After anticipating this treat all night, it was a huge disappointment to lose it after just one bite.  Added to the hurtful attack by the ladybug (o!picture of innocence! sweet ladybug, how could you?), I looked down to see my dog lapping up the last bits of samosa crumbs. Thanks, dog!
How do we deal with these sudden losses/disappointments? Do we cry? Thrash about? Have a tantrum?
Or do we appreciate the good things we have; be thankful for little things others cannot access?

The Stomach - a raving lunatic!

Back in November I switched to a much more raw vegetarian, bordering on vegan, diet.  I don't know if I've gotten lax or what, but my stomach asks for some really weird stuff sometimes!  I ate almost an entire bag of chips (crisps) last night - the large bag.. not the individual serving size.  Is it just hot, and I needed the salt? Or did I crave excitement in my food?  Anyway, when the stomach starts screaming, it's very difficult to shut it up.

A-camping we will go...

Hubs has convinced me to book some time in a campground... over the long weekend.. I am less than exuberant about going anywhere/ doing anything on a long weekend.  I hate traffic and crowds. I know - I'm a party pooper of the worst order.  This is to encourage and refresh my darling hubs and probably to do me some good too - grouse grouse grumble grumble!

A few of my favourite things

There are some items in my house that some would say it's time to throw it out. These items are old, used, broken-in, loved.  There is my old Bible- bound in a dark red leather,gold-leaf onion skin pages, broken spine, maps falling out, hi-liter everywhere. My rough-looking old sweater and cap, my jeans, and Jesus.

2 months til the wedding!

My middlest baby will be married in 2 months.  They've been living together for a few years now, but somehow it seems it will be more special, even more wonderful when they say 'I do'.  It's a weird year for me - both sets of  parents of the couple are celebrating our 30th wedding anniversaries, my sis turns 40, and I turn 50.  My eldest daughter will be moving farther away, my boy will likely be moving to Edmonton, and we may be moving to Calgary.  I will have to guard against stress related illness: *makes note to increase parsley and kale, raisins and molasses intake*.   There is only one way to combat stress; I suspect it is by joyful celebration of all the changes, most of which are not really changes per se, but changes in scenery as we float down life's river.