So, I was getting the oil in my car changed...

...waiting in the waiting room. There were a couple of other people waiting there, too. I was using the time to catch up on some journaling, the other lady (who appeared to be in her 70's) was working on a craft project using plastic canvas and yarn. I finished my journaling and watched her pull the needle with yarn up one hole and down the other - remembering the many years I did sewing crafts (though never with plastic canvas). The other person asked the question I was getting ready to ask, "What are you making?" It was a little booklet cover to hold 2 decks of playing cards, a note pad, and a pen or pencil. Very clever... she added that she had picked the craft back up again to fill the time in the evenings since her husband died in December. "How long were you married?", I asked. "32 years," was the reply "it was a second marriage." The number rang a bell with me (I had been married 32 years the first time around), now I'm married again and shooting for 50 - though I'd be very happy with 25... or 32. She talked about her husband, and all the paper work to take care of, the clutter to clean out, etc. now that he was gone. And I felt an extra soft spot begin to grow in my heart for my husband... knowing how terribly I would miss him should he die before me. I was given a new perspective. I had been a little annoyed with the hubby when I first got to the dealership to get the oil changed, because I had noticed about 20 packages of books to mail on the back seat of my car! My husband assuming I would mail them. I thought, he could have at least asked... I had already decided I wouldn't mail them, I had too many other things I had to take care of - his kids, the dog, the car, plus work, and dinner. You know the drill. But after watching the lady's face as she talked about her husband and their life, well I decided to mail the packages after all.