The Drama of the Coat

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who went to a great big place that was kind of like a party. At least, there were lots of people, so it must have been a sort of a party.

This party thing was in the middle-to-end of winter. So, just about everybody wore coats. It even snowed!

The little girl had a beautiful black coat with many distinguishing marks upon it. Such as a broken belt loop, a large collar, and important identification in the button-up pockets.

The little girl carefully placed her coat down with her brothers things, then she went off to mingle with the many people.

At the end of the day, the girl raced to the spot where her coat was, snatched it up, slung it over her arm, and raced to the car. You see, she was doing something else that night, and didn't want to be late.

So, she went home and had dinner, and then, she was getting really late, so she hurriedly put her coat on, and ran to where she was going; somewhere not far away.

A few hours later, she put her coat on again, and walked, more leisurely home. She had been home a few minutes when she happened to put her hand in her coat pocket; the one that was supposed to have her important identification in it.

Alas and alack! It wasn't there! She searched the other pocket, and then, she realized with a great shock, that  this was not even her coat! What could have happened!?

She raced back to the place not far away, thinking that perhaps she had accidentally made the switch there. But no, the people there had never seen the coat.

With a sinking feeling, she realized that the switch must have been made at the sort-of party. And, said party could very well have be over.

Nearly in tears, (said important identification would have cost much money to replace) she went back to the party thing. There, she found with great joy, that not only was the party not quite over, but, the people knew what had happened. I had taken an  acquaintance's coat, acquaintance had taken a mutual friend's coat, and  mutual friend had taken my coat. What a mix-up!

Now, I have my own coat back. I think I am the only one of the three to have theirs back as yet. I still don't know what or how the whole thing actually happened. But, it just goes to show you what one small thing that one small person does can affect many people around.

Common Courtesy?

Where has it gone?

I will never forget the guy, in the singular because he's the only one who has ever done so in my experience, who stood up when I entered the room to shake his hand, and stood up when I left. Honestly, it's just a really nice gesture to a lady.

I appreciate that my Dad taught me and my brothers these rules regarding seat assignments...
        1: If the seats are all taken, and a lady enters the room, guys get up!
        2: If the seats are or are not taken, and there is a lady standing up, guys offer up your seat.
        3: If there are no seats available, and you know where you can get one, go get it for a lady.
        4: By the way, this doesn't only apply for ladies. If there is a parent or adult significantly older than yourself in the room, give 'em your seat. And ladies should also get up for older adults.

And hey, what about opening the door for someone?
      In the olden days of yore, long ago, it was typically only the gentlemen that opened the door for a lady. But, really now, it's just polite to open or hold the door for someone either carrying something, or following right behind you; whether it's a lady or not.

When I was little, Dad always had himself, or one of my brothers on the outside, closest to the road, when we walked.

And what about those other things. After all, a gentleman should be a gentleman, but a lady should also deserve to be called a lady.

If you're at someone's house and they're in the middle of a project, it's polite to offer your help, or, just pitch in without asking, just so long as you know what you're doing!

So much for today's dose of info, tips, and other miscellaneous word gadget stuff.

Signing off!

A Blessing

So, I have to say, I absolutely love the people God has in my life right now. All of them. But this week, I have one particular awesome family in mind.

I have been so privileged this week (and next week) to spend some time with this family during the birth of their baby daughter, who is absolutely adorable, like her mother. :)

Also with their son, who is also adorable, and calls me 'Abbu' and calls sister 'Asis.'

Also with their parents, who inspire me with their example of parenting and husband/wifeing. (hehee, spell check actually thinks 'wifeing' is a word.) :D

Anyway, I just had to share that with you all! It's positively fun and awesome and cool and fun and awesome.