One Of Those Days

It all started when I got to work and realized I'd forgotten my brazing glasses.*  I had to wear my safety glasses with the clip on flip down lenses, which I don't like because they hurt my nose.

I got out of my Jimmy, and got my tool bag out of the back seat.  That's when I realized I'd left my coffee in the cup holder in the front.  I opened the front door, reached for my coffee, and horror of horrors, the cup holder was empty.  I'd left my coffee on my kitchen cabinet.   At home.

The day had just started, and I was already ready to throw in the towel.

And what was the cause of this discombobulation?

I had a package to mail.  Not just any package.  A very special package.

My cousin Jennifer's husband is in the Army.  Ever since I bought my Shields of Strength a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't stop thinking about them.  They needed some Shields of Strength, too.  

I was so concerned about not forgetting the package -- because I have to go straight to the post office straight from work, or I won't go -- that I forgot everything else.   That package was pretty important. 

This is Billy's, 'cause he's the one in the Army.

It has part of Joshua 1:9 on the back. 

This is Jennifer's, 'cause she's the one married to the guy in the Army.

And hers has this verse on the back; appropriate for a military wife, because they have to be strong through so much. 

They didn't have an "Army Daughter" tag, so I got this one for Alexa.  It's kind of hard to read, but it says, "In honor of an American hero."  Every little girl's daddy should be her hero.  Alexa's really is.

This is her verse: 

And for the little boy, Brody, a little shield. 

His verse shows where our strength really comes from.

Yeah, they needed those. 

While I was shopping, I threw these two coins into the cart, as well. 

The Navy coin had Joshua 1:9 on the back, which is good, but I really, really wanted this verse that's on the back of the Army coin:

 

I know, I know.  I wasn't in the Army, but I figure enough of my family members were that I can carry this coin in honor of them.  And I did go.  Just not in the Army. 

So, at long last, the work day ended.  I went to the post office, where I was pleasantly surprised at how cheap it was to send a package to Hawaii, and finally made it home. Where my coffee was waiting for me. 

Right on the counter where I'd left it.


*The back story:  I'm telling it down here because it interrupted the flow of the narrative.  I work as a brazer.  That means I use a propylene torch and silver alloy brazing rod to join copper components together.  The flame is very bright, and you can't look at it with your naked eye.  Therefore, we have to wear glasses with very dark flip down lenses on them.  Back in the day, the plant would buy us brazing glasses with our prescription lenses in them, but they don't do that any more.  I have to wear the larger size, very boxy brazing glasses over my regular prescription glasses.  The new glasses I got a few weeks ago are larger than my old glasses, and the brazing glasses don't fit over them very well.  I wear them at home, and take the old ones to work.  This morning, after I'd gotten to work, I realized I had the wrong sized glasses on.