I learned while reviewing the photocopies of checks in my latest bank statement that my massage therapist writes "Thank You" on the face of my checks before she deposits them. I went back through last year's statements, and she wrote that on each check. Talk about putting positive energy out there. That was a day brightener.
The days are getting longer. Bonus question: Did you know that the sky catches fire before total darkness descends?
You're lucky your bank includes the photocopies. Our bank stopped doing even that much long ago. We just get the statement and nothing else :/
ReplyDeleteAnd I like the positivity your massage therapist puts out there, look how far her words have travelled now, through the internet!
This was a day brightener for me. Thank YOU
ReplyDeletePeace~
Dawn
are you kidding? Seriously? You must not be kidding, because there is a picture of it. Holy Moly. I'll take it off my mental list of books to find used. (I still can't believe it. Is it your copy? Any ID'ing makers?)
ReplyDeleteIt's a good thing I don't know where that bookstore is and/or don't have time to get there.
You remind me of such simple pleasures, Sharon. And I love the sky when it sets the hills burning. Isn't that stunning?! Enjoy...you definitely are a day brightener with this post.
ReplyDeleteThe simple things that can mean so much...
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the Mitch Albom book.
Aren't massages the best thing? I don't get them enough, but coincidentally I just had one the other day. And I've read a few of those books you picked up. There is an espcially provocative segment in The Senator's Wife that blew me away. We must discuss!
ReplyDeleteThis post made me smile. :)
ReplyDelete(And yep, massages are wonderful. I recently started getting them again on a regular basis, and I'm wondering how I did without them.)
I love how you've touched on so many upbeat, happy things that make daily life such a pleasure. Finding those books, enjoying the sunset... thanks for reminding me to enjoy the day.
ReplyDeleteI love how you are taking the time to smell the carnations.
ReplyDeleteYour blog takes me to a beautiful, faraway place...needed for a woman in Normal, Illinois!
Patti