My twinkle lights are on. The kids are tucked up into bed. Our bellies are full of Cheesy enchiladas. Most of the dishes are clean. Rhea is cuddled up right next to me and Chikkie is trying his best to join us without envoking Rhea’s growl. I’m feeling beyond blessed.
The boys decided themselves when it was time to leave the park today. Something I figured would never happen. Galixy got a little burn on his upper arms. I thought it was a rash at first but then I saw the way it cut off right by his shirt. Atreyu just wanted to leave because his friends were leaving too and he was getting hungry.
We drove to Office Depot to inquire about printing a decal, but they don’t do that. On our turn into that parking lot, a truck was turning out. The girl in the passenger seat had a huge grin on her face looking at Bugus, so I waved. The guy driving wasn’t very amused and rudely mimicked my wave. He seemed upset somehow. I hope he finds some happiness in his situation or whatever he needs. He just made an impression of intense disatisfaction and hurt.
Atreyu decided to stay in the bus and continue eating chips as Galixy and I wandered into the store. Since we wouldn’t be purchasing a decal, we got Galixy a Pre K workbook instead. He might be a little young, but he’s got no pressure. Atreyu also likes working on such things, so it’s easily worth the 14 bucks we spent on it.
We drove up the road to Walmart where we found ourselves a parking spot seemingly in the middle of the lot, but far enough from other parked vehicles to not be obtrusive and possibly stay the night here. I sat with the kids and did some workbook activities. Galixy was tired and frustrated soon though so we switched to reading some books. It didn’t take long for the little guy to pass out so Atreyu and I finished reading and then switched to woring on some of Galixy’s workbook. He was having a super easy time with it, but when it came to writing the letters we switched to the alphabet vtech tablet to practice without drawing over the thing designed for Galixy.
Once Atreyu had gotten frustrated with it, and Galixy had woken up, we wandered into Walmart. On our way in, a friendly lady with a shaved side like mine, complimented the cut. She and her son were the ones who came and found us in Walmart to ask us year make and model of Bugus so they could purchase us Rear brake pads! WOOHOO!
Getting back out to Bugus, I felt almost mobbed by love. Besides my new friend, whose name I never caught ( 😦 ) and her husband and two kids (really wonderful people. I’d cook them a dinner if I get the chance!), an elderly couple pulled up and chatted, and another newer yellow bug with a red bearded man and fashionably dressed lady pulled up and spilled admiration all over us. I was overwhelmed but so happy. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced an outpour of love towards the controversial thing you do, and then enmasse like that…. Man, I was dancing long after they all left while cooking dinner and putting the munchkins to bed.
Now I have the break pads sitting in my stairwell. That family, though. The husband is the Empire working in the system whilst the Rebels are preparing to weather the apocolypse. The boy is ready to go hit the road. Their daughter’s name is Ismay and she is so adorable and soft spoken. She gave us a small gold ring that the boys just loved. I really hope I get another chance to hang out with them. Too much loveliness. The dad explained the drumbrakes to me too, and made sure to advise me about the sensor cable I will have to be careful with.
After eating our cheesy enchiladas, I heard my mailbox open. Oh the excitement I feel. What will I find? a dollar, a letter, a coin, some poop?
I finished cleaning up and tucking the kids in, then checked my phone. Kayla had paypald me some money! I checked my facebook page to see if I knew her, but didn’t, so I wrote an email of gratitude. I don’t think there’s anyone feeling more blessed and grateful this evening than I.
I walked Rhea to a grassy spot for a potty break before bed and then checked my mailbox. And the mystery of Kayla came together. She had dropped me a letter along side the paypal. I added her on my facebook, I hope to be there for her as much as I can. She recently lost her husband. And she still found it in her heart to help me and more importantly reach out.
I save all the letters I get in my mailbox. I feel they are as important as anything. Every person becomes part of my story and my heart. Regardless. You reach out to me and you will be on my mind, whether over facebook, facepage, instagram, mail box, or finding me over reddit or face to face. I SO APPRECIATE YOU.
I don’t know if you know that “loving you” is a rainbow greeting thing. There are plenty of drainbow alterations to such, but I don’t write it with just an encompassing “throw it out there” feeling. I try to imagine all the people I know that read this. I try to imagine all the people who’ve crossed my path that day or week, even if they just took a picture. I try to imagine all the people who’ve liked Matilda Bugus Facepage. I try to imagine all the people who will come to read here. And I am truly sending you the love I believe you deserve. You read it, it was meant for you.
And so, I will retire for the night.
Loving you!
@–,- ❤
Matilda the Bugus 