SUZANNE....

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Today was a beautiful gorgeous sunny June 1 st day.
A Saturday morning in this weather, anyone that knows me knows where I will be on days like today.

Well, maybe you wont know exactly where I am, but you will know that I will be out scavenging garage sales, estate sales, auctions.

I prefer to go alone so I can chat with strangers and talk to other peoples stuff.

My "eccentric" flag can wave far and wide and no one is shooshing me.  LOL

So I left at 730 this morning, put the top down on the convertible and turned up the radio and drove away. 
During my meditations I am asked to recall a favorite time or place.  It has often been that car, that moment, that weather, the destination.

So today was the day I got to DO MY HAPPY PLACE!!!  Can you say that?  Can you be in your happy place ever?  Is it how and what you imagine it to be?

Driving along this morning it was cold with the top down, and windy.  It wasnt a perfect sunny day first thing but it was close.  I was driving along thinking "It could be warmer, and sunnier'
But I quickly turned that around and satisfied that with "This is a perfect June 1 day 2019!!"
I found treasures that made me happy, and others happy.  I chatted with old ladies and old men that were just as pleasant as I would like. 

Most of all, I met a young woman named Suzanne.  Well, I didnt actually meet HER but I met her as close as can be.  I acquired her treasure. 
She got married in 1948, and before she married she decorated her hope chest by hand painting it with decorations and her name.  She was the niece of the woman whose house I was at an estate sale this morning.  I looked at the chest and thought  it was beautiful and how much effort went into it.    Her name Suzanne on it almost slipped by me, because it was just so unreal I almost "didnt believe my eyes."
SUZANNE hand painted on a cedar chest.
I was connected, from here to somewhere else, someone else, heart strings.
I spent some time loving her chatting with her and told her she would come home with me and be loved until my last day.
Got her into my convertible and drove away,
If I aint fucking living my happy place, no one is!!!!
I was one happy jubilant joyous time altered woman.
I am still so overwhelmed with this serendipitous event I have been laughing out loud and just saying "I cant believe that happened!!!"

I felt good all day, I walked this evening, spent time with my girls today.  Saw Pam and Jim.
Andy and Jack had some really good time together, Jack went swimming.  A perfect day.
Remember you days gang.
I've been on the days when I had to conjure a happy thought because I didnt have one.
Put them on paper, put them in your phone,  tell someone.
They dont last forever, they stop someday.  Collect them, name them.
They are your good days, good moments.  collect until you need them.
Because you WILL NEED THEM.
You WILL.
BE READY.

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