Rainy Day

After almost a whole week of driving, a week of settling in, a week of work, a weekend of visiting with family and friends, and another week of work, the internet finally works.

I never thought it would take so much calling and being stood up by technicians and confusing interactions with internet providers, but we do finally have functioning internet, so here I am typing an update on our presently hectic lives.

My husband is finally able to get all the information he needs to do his work, and I can finally contact my lovely family and friends.  Thank God for internet that works.

Okay.  Rant over.

Today it was raining and I went to the library; a very cosy mix.  I used my umbrella for the first time since moving out here and rejoiced in the sound of the rain pattering on it as I splashed through the puddles in my black fall boots.  The rain reminds me of home, so though I grumble on the outside sometimes, I absolutely love it.  I picked up a piano book of Tchaikovsky (our landlords have offered me the use of their piano whenever I wish and I feel as joyful as Beth must have when Mr. Lawrence gave her the use of his), and a whole mess of dvds to watch whilst I knit my projects.

I have discovered a post box not far from our little home; I can walk there in fifteen minutes.  That has also contributed to my current good mood.  I look forward to popping my letters in it and knowing they will wiz across the continent, even across the sea, to the people I love.

So far, today is a very good day.

Now I am going to have some delicious tea a lovely new friend gave me.  It even came in an owl tin.  Yes, there is such a thing as perfection!

Book Sale at the Library

Yesterday was a soft gray day shimmering with silver raindrops.  I love the music of the rain!  I woke up around 7:30 and proceeded to spend most of my day tidying, reading, and relaxing.  It was lovely.  The rain made it so homey in our little house.  You could see it trickling down the window panes and hear it dancing on our roof.
I decided to leave early for work so that I could stop by our little library beforehand.  I drove all the way there in my little car (I got a car!!  She's small and silver, and her name is Josephine).
I don't know whether I've ever described my library, but I will now.  It's in part of a heritage building in our village, which is a light yellow with white pillars in the front, almost Parthenonian style.  It has warm dark wooden doors, and the one that leads into the library has a little roof overtop of it to keep you dry.  The library is quite small, but our kindly librarian has managed to squeeze as many books in as possible.
Anyway, I went in to pick up our books and saw lots of boxes of books waiting for a booksale happening the next day.  I was going to leave without looking through, as I wouldn't be able to come later, but my dear librarian said she would give me a whole box of my picking for a dollar because she said she knew they were going to a good home where they would be read and loved.
I thanked her profusely and collected my treasures, stacking them on the counter.  When I was finished, she tucked them all into a cardboard box and gave it to me.  The rest of my day I was filled with contentment and gratitude.  I honestly have the best librarian in the world.

  

 

Every day seems to have a little pearl which is given to me.  I didn't realize it before; I've had to train myself to find them.  It's like a treasure hunt!  I'm collecting them to make a whole string, a beautiful one, full of happy memories.
God is so good to me.
I hope every one of you are having as wonderful a year as I am.

Dance in the Rain

This inspiring movie begins with one of my favourite quotes. I hope you enjoy!

Learning to Dance In The Rain Learning to Dance in the Rain Movie