Surprises From Friends

 

 

A couple of days ago, my buddies Baker Jen and Betro brought lunch to me while I was trapped at the homestead. It was such a pleasant surprise and I appreciated it so much.

 

And then yesterday I finally got to leave the house during the day (as the fireplace dude didn’t come by) and I stopped by my snail mail counter. There was a package from England waiting for me! And inside? An awesome t-shirt from the dude who writes the fabulous Drunken Bunny blog about pubs in England and running and traveling and life. I’ve known this dude since we were kids and following his blog is pure entertainment. We have, of course, grown up (sort of) and now lead very different lives. That’s as it should be. But I won’t lie to you – receiving this birthday present from the UK made me super smiley.

 

I really love the shirt. (Thanks, dude!) And I’ll probably cut it up, as I’m known to do. Can’t wait to work it into my regular rotation. Woo-hoo!

Wimbledon

 

 

I think I’ve written about my friend Carrie before, and how she’s a tennis judge. She’s worked her way up and down through the years, and is reaping some beautiful benefits.

 

Wimbledon. This is Carrie’s first time working this, the oldest tennis tournament on the planet, and she’s updating some of us as she goes. I just love getting her updates. They’re so full of her typical enthusiasm and positive attitude, as well as details of her time in the UK. Not only does she share tales of her sightseeing, she also gives insight into the job at hand. I don’t know squat about judging tennis. Carrie brings it to life and helps me feel her experience. That’s fun!

 

I have to admit, I mostly love thinking about my friend as she gets to do these wonderful things in life. I guess that’s part of cheering people on, and wanting the best for them. Each time I receive an update from Carrie, I start smiling before reading the first words. That’s called joy, friends, and it’s fabulous.

 

So if your fütbol viewing allows enough time for some tennis, enjoy Wimbledon. And remember this: those judges around the courts are regular folks, just like us. Ain’t that awesome!