Friday the Thirteenth

Think I'll get some hits off that title?

I didn't even think about today being the 13th until I was looking through the yard sale ads and noticed the dates. (Around here yard sales are frequently held on Friday and Saturday.)

My father was born on a Friday the 13th. From what I understand that makes it his lucky day. I've always joked that it wasn't so lucky for the rest of the world.

Today was a pretty good day for me, too. I went to a yard sale around the corner, grandparent sorts moving out and selling everything they don't want to pack. They had a lot of old toys for sale, among them a Fisher-Price Music Box Record Player. I remember those from when I was a kid and when I saw it I had to grab it for my girls. I couldn't remember at first how to make it work. (I'm too used to batteries. Windup mechanism? What's that?) They've been having a ball with it.

There are only four of the records. The one with Clair de Lune and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star isn't there, which is a shame because Twinkle is the preschooler's favorite song and has been since she was first able to sing it. I nosed around online (looking to see if I could buy a single record) and found out that a Music Box in good shape with all the records goes for about $20. I paid 25 cents. I love yard sales. Of course, this is for my kids, not for collecting.

I also got an absolutely gorgeous blue blanket with the most incredible feel. It's soft and silky at the same time, almost velvety, but not quite, and an intense royal blue. I love it. The lady selling it told me it was a "Ralph L'Raawn." It took me a second to realize she meant a Ralph Lauren! We desperately needed something to serve as a bedspread and it looks so beautiful in our room.

I also went to the doctor and got a refill on my antidepressants. He's pleased with how well they're working for me. I look back on the last couple of years and I can't believe how low I got. Remembering it is like looking through a gray fog with blurry eyes. I am so relieved to be out of that. I don't ever want to be there again.

I'm slowing whipping the house back into shape. It's nice to walk in and see a clean floor. It's nice to have cleaning to do and not feel entirely overwhelmed and exhausted at the fact.

I played with the girls and we had lots of fun. The teen felt safe inviting a friend over this afternoon to our clean house. I came home from the doctor's office to see a visitor and didn't panic. My bed looks beautiful and my room is starting to look a little pulled together. I found out at the doctor's office that I've lost three pounds (and I'd just had a big lunch!)

It's been a very good day. Makes me wish every day was Friday the 13th.