THREE COOL THINGS

With all the negative media today, I am going to fill my post with only positives. It seems good things come in threes also.

I all ready told you about the neat power company lineman who bent the rules for me and sent a truck to pick up the pile of debris they created. They did not have to but they did and the second crew arrived right on schedule and did a great job cleaning up.
That was one.

Then as some of you know, I have wrestled with heart problems that were patched with a pacemaker and a stent.  Wanting to do what I could to help my heart, I went on a heart healthy diet and lost 42 pounds. Now if only the skin that surrounded those 42 pounds had somewhere else to go:)) Old skin just doesn't snap back like it use to.  Still I am happy with the results and improved numbers.

One thing I gave up with the diet change was bacon.   I never buy bacon for home use.  The one time I did, I ate the whole pound in one sitting. I have a friend whose son swears he wants to die with bacon on his breath. I guess if I knew for sure I was enjoying my last few days, that would be my wish also.  As I am a bacon-aholic, I only get it when eating out and for many months, not even then.

Anyway, I went to lunch with my support group and on the way I decided I was actually going to sin and have a BLT for lunch as Jo Jo's makes the best. I started to drool a little as I got near the restaurant.

"I'll have a BLT, no mayo." I proudly stated to the waitress. My friends grew wide eyed at my request as I had been so good for so long. They were shocked to see Patti happily falling off the wagon.

"Sorry, we are out of bacon." the waitress stated simply.

Huh???   No restaurant is ever "out" of bacon, especially a decent sized one, but this one evidently was. Everyone grinned and said that I really had someone watching over me to make a restaurant run out of bacon to save my ticker.  Yes I was disappointed but I was also relieved the bacon temptation had been totally removed.
That was two.

The final cool thing kept me up most of Friday night worrying. My 12 year old riding lawnmower had refused to work that day. It was a hard start, then it stuttered, lurched and missed badly only to belch a huge 10 x 10 foot cloud of white smoke bringing my neighbor running to the fence thinking explosion.

Fearing it was terminal I stewed about coming up with the money to get the old gal fixed or buy a new one. According to my fitness tracker, I got 3.5 hours sleep that night weighing my options.

I decided to trailer it to the dealer 40 miles away. He could either fix it or sell me a new one.  Sigh.

Hoping to drive it on the trailer instead of pushing, I tried to start it. It fought me and I fought back but eventually it started. Then to test it, I rode it a bit with the blade disengaged. Hum--ran good.  I engaged the blade which yesterday caused the huge smoke burp but hey, no burp and it still ran good. Happily I finished mowing my whole yard and it ran like a champ.

What ever power that can soften a workman's heart and make a restaurant run out of bacon can evidently fix lawnmowers too. Thank you, thank you and please stay with me. I thanked the big guy up there but unless he was looking for some easy fixes in our crazy world, pretty sure it was someone a bit farther down the ladder like a guardian angel. Was that you Dad?
Regardless of whom to credit, that was number three and a grateful me.

Have you ever had an unknown force make your life surprisingly better and erase a problem? Did you attribute it to luck, that you were just due or perhaps there really was someone unseen looking out for you?