Greetings, salutations, and hiyas!!

It is Monday and it is a wet one here in Brooklyn Park. Nice fat drops of rain got me good and wet on my way out to bring in the empty garbage can indoors.
Of course I could have put a jacket on.
And I would have, too, if I’d known that the drops were so full of water!!
My dad would have called this a good soaker.
I call it a good day to sleep in late, sew, and finish organizing the fifty or so remaining slides.
The slide project has been done in steps. Step one was find the slide projector. The last step will be to find a new space for said projector because I’ve already filled it in with something that belongs on a sewing room shelf!
I think I have an idea where it could go. There is room for it on the closet shelves in the guest room, formerly known as TubaMan’s.
And speaking of room(yes, a bona fide transition here), if you need a book for any little ones in your life, I recommend “Room on the Broom.” It’s a lovely story about friends helping friends.
*********nope. already played the transition card***

It is all about the little stuff. You know this. I know this. But sometimes there are so many examples that prove the point that I just have to tell you about them.
First up was when I dropped an impossibly small pill on the kitchen floor. A light peach colored pill. On a light gray floor.
Oh, boy. It was such a small pill on such a large floor. When I bent over to find it, I was thinking that I could be there for awhile, looking, searching, pushing away the inquisitive cats.

And lo and behold, my eyes went right to the spot where the pill was sitting!!!
I’m telling you, you have to celebrate those small victories!

Another small victory was a few days ago when I found the Puerto Rico state quarter from the Denver mint in one of the rolls of quarters that I periodically get from the bank. It was the last slot in my statehood quarters collection book!!! WooHoo!!!
Now I can focus solely on the national park quarters.
Sidebar: it is ironic that I keep getting the Voyageur’s quarters from the Philadelphia mint. It is the only national park quarter from Minnesota and we are closer to Denver than Philly.
And, before you tell me that’s not how the quarters are released, I will tell you that the data from my quarters book supports my theory. Out of the nine years from 2010 to 2018, with five designed national park quarters per year there are only TWO missing from the Denver mint and SEVENTEEN from the mint in Philadelphia.
As my dad would say, “Put that in your pipe and smoke it!”

What an odd saying, when you think of it.

Anyway, getting back to the small stuff.
I have to start with big stuff. The hubster just finished the damn garage floor. I might even be tempted to call it the damn squared garage floor because the work on it was exponentially more involved even for the hubster.

With all his projects started and finished on that garage floor, because that is one of the many things he excels in is starting and finishing projects, the floor had become darker and darker. I am blaming the second trailer that he made last year, and maybe the dining room table he made this summer for Science Woman and her family. In any event, the floor was sucking up the light and working in there was like working in a cave even with the white walls and ceiling and uber work lights.
Something had to be done. And it wasn’t going to be a simple paint job, because the hubster doesn’t do simple.
He had to fix the spalling (flaking, crumbly) concrete, fill the cracks, grind off the substance used to fill those cracks, and then grind the whole floor because the the fixed cracks now looked way better than the rest of the floor.
It was a huge project even for the hubster.
Boxes of product arrived frequently from Amazon, including one containing a mini jack hammer.
Seriously.
It was hard physical work, especially on his knees.
And then it all had to be sealed which necessitated rolling out all his workbenches to the driveway to empty the garage, and covering them with tarps, because the weather forecaster missed the Saturday morning rain.
It was a BIG project which I think he thought would be done in two weeks, but stretched out to more than double that.

It’s done now and it looks great. And I can now just go out to the garage to take the garbage and recycling out.
You see, for the time he was working on this project, the garbage and recycling were outside. That meant putting on shoes, a rain jacket, hat or whatever the weather demanded whenever I needed to clean up the kitchen.
And, even though it’s a small thing compared to the whole garage floor project being done, I am so happy that the cans are now inside and I can go out there in my slippers.
Ahhhhhhh.
And the last proof I have this morning that small things matter is the small cut I have in my thumb. And the lemons that I was juicing. And when that lemon juice entered the very small cut on my thumb.

So, yes, folks, those small things matter. We need to celebrate the positive ones and wear protective gloves for the other ones.

Have a terrifically marvelous Monday!

Love,

Janet