A matter of perspective

Yes, my new Canon Rebel is gone, along with my computer filled with years' worth of photos and a lot of music. Yes, the car we just bought for Sara requires over $700 in repairs to be roadworthy, so yes, I could sit in the corner, in a nasty, bitter mood.
Or, I could look on the bright side of things.
Saturday night, instead of moaning about the sudden storms that brought rain and lightning, throwing a spanner into some July 4th celebration plans (not mine), I delighted in the cool downpour that's been too long in coming. I also popped down the street, where our pals Stephen and Christina were throwing an 8-track party, no doubt inspired by the hijinx Tony and I sometimes get up to on long weekend nights. Little did I know, the 8-track thing was just a ruse, a lure to ensure my attendance. It turns out a collection of my friends, old and new, near and far, had cleverly conspired to bring me to tears with the presentation of a laptop of my very own! Amazing. So here I sit connected to world again. Friends are priceless.
I have no photos to share, but if you wander around Facebook you just might see a few from the party.
Now, a cool-ish, bearable day is beckoning, so I think I'll contemplate the mysteries of life in the dangly chair, with a good book.

Buttons Buttons Buttons!

It began when he bought me a jacket for Christmas; a short, stylish, pea coat affair, with metal, militaryesque buttons. Only one button was missing, and since it was the only jacket in the shop, he got an extra % off the price.
I quickly fixed the buttonless issue, by helping myself to a similar (thought quite a bit more shiny) button from his old postman coat in the attic, 'cos it's not like he'll need it again, being a medical student and all...... It wasn't long after that I lost another button, probably during one of our hikes to the Red Cup Coffee, through the cemetery - the poorly designed cemetery that has only one open gate, forcing us to crawl under the fence on the far side.
Realizing I should look after my jacket a little better, I spilled out my button box, and my button tin, and my button basket & was somewhat dismayed to discover there were very very few metal buttons amongst the thousands! That was odd.
Nevermind, because a couple weeks later, he brought to my desk a little noisy envelope that had come in the mail. He'd ordered it for me as a surprise. What a sneaky sweetie. Needless to say, I now have plenty of metal buttons, and even more than that. My coat is fixed, for now, and the next time something pops off and I don't hear the 'ping' of it escaping, a replacement will be close at hand.

Psst, don't forget to enter for my OWOH pendant below!