Ok. I’ll admit it. I’m irritable. I’ve been in a little bit of a “funk” the last week or so. Part of it has to do with the fact that I (and thousands of others) have been waiting since last fall for “next year” with regards to our beloved Cubbies. And what do they do … before their home opener, they manage to lose their first two games. Then yesterday, while driving, I watched as two robins flew into the side of a truck. One did not make it to chirp another day.
And then last night, I tried to purchase a purse and a change purse. Although I tried, I could not find one little purse of the type I wanted that had a price on it. But on the display table, under all the purses, were sales tags that said, $9.99. Good chance that the purse I wanted was that price, wouldn’t you think? The larger purse was originally $40, but on sale for $24. After standing in line for about 10 minutes – 1 check out girl who was doing her best – it was finally my turn. The clerk was ringing up my other purchases when lo and behold, the little purse is $30! I explained the tag situation, and then commented that how could the little purse be almost as much as the larger purse?? As the price really seemed to be $30, I decided against that purchase. Then she rings up the larger purse, which comes up at the original $40. Long story short, it turns out they had an out-dated sales sign on the purse rack, but they ended up giving me the sale price anyway. I should have been happy to get the sales price, but was irritated instead that I was the one that went back and forth … and back and forth … to show that the purse was actually advertised for this price.
Is any of this really important? No. But I realized that, while not complaining outloud (well, not too much, anyway), I’ve been complaining a lot in my head. And it’s time to stop.
Today, I leave for a little overnight trip involving genealogy that I’ve been looking forward to for a while now. I’ve got my stack of CD’s ready for the road trip, the birds were singing early this morning, and it is supposed to be a nice, sunny day. And I am going to challenge myself to a complaint-free weekend. I am going to be on the look-out for “good” things – things that make me smile, or make me appreciate God’s handiwork. To change the words of the Black-Eyed Peas song just a little, “I’ve got a feeling, that today’s gonna’ be a good, good day” …