“Today is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” ~ Unknown
The coffee mug appeared in the outhouse as the first post on January 1, 2012. It was one of the last gifts Lance gave me before passing in 2011. (For those new to the outhouse, BFF Lance Hughes was from Oklahoma.) As I was leaving Tulsa in July 2023 after a much-needed visit with BFF Angie Bliss Fanning, I picked up the OU tumbler. This morning, I stumbled to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of ambition (thanks, Dolly), and while I was waiting for the water to boil, I noticed I’d picked the two in my sleepy haze, and there they sat side by side, waiting to be filled. It caused the first of my many smiles. I could think of no better way to start this New Year’s Day than channelling my best Okie angels. And I was right because the rest of the day was just as stellar. Like Christmas Day, Stacy came down and Mom came to my house. I cooked and cooked. Stacy, Mom and I ate and ate as we watched the Rose Bowl Parade followed by the University of Tennessee trouncing of Iowa in the Citrus Bowl. Stacy left, and Mom and I talked and talked, and after we watched the evening news, as has become our custom, she went home. It was well after dark. Tonight, I sit in my warm, delicious-smelling house, writing the first post of the outhouse’s 13th year, reflecting on how profoundly blessed and lucky I am for reasons far too numerous to mention. Most days, I really do feel like the luckiest woman alive. I chalk it up to the Peace mug and Okie blessings.
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