being hit by the karma bus

This week, I was hit by the Karma Bus. We have all heard it said about friendship that to have great friends, you need to know how to be one. Well, when this bus hit me the doors opened up and it was full of people ready to help. The situation I was stuck in was really quite minor (a first-world problem): car trouble and a daughter who needed to be picked up. One of my friends, Lorraine, brought the booster cables but both cars refused to start. My nephew Justin arrived to make sure we "girls" were not confused about the workings under the car hood; neither engine still would not turn over.  I had an offer from Shelley to be driven anywhere I needed to go, and Kathy texted me, offering to lend me her vehicle.

I am mother to four busy children in a sprawling city; it is not optional to manage them without a mode of transportation other than my bike. When Kathy made her offer, she was in the middle of an appointment at the hairdresser, with two of her children in tow. She left the salon with color in her hair, loaded the kids into their carseats and with an appropriate cape on her back, heroically delivered me to my new ride (shiny, white and heavily horsepowered). That is friendship. When we show up for our friends it creates all kinds of opportunities in the future for them to show up for us. It's like putting chips in your Karma Bank.

I loved being hit by this Karma Bus.

Janet

Passing kindness forward

Passing kindness forward

Weekly Wrap-up: Olympic Edition

Weekly Wrap-up: Olympic Edition

Summertime to-do Update

Greetings from Penticton, sisters!

Last week I posted that summer and I were going to rumble. And we have. I packed up the car, filled it to the roof with coolers, a trashy novel (no, not 50 Shades of Grey), luggage and kids and headed down the highway on a quest for summertime fun.

The great thing about traveling in a car with no agenda and no desire for a time record was that we could stop when we wanted to and we did, creating memories as we moseyed. We took pictures in the mountains and lunched by a lake. Having four daughters is an excuse for me to be a child again and I take full advantage of it. Every year we pass by a B.C. attraction called the Enchanted Forest. I've always wanted to stop but never fit it into the schedule, so this year it made the list. As we approached the sign, I became more excited while the older girls groaned. Really, who wouldn't want to wander through an enchanted forest filled with creepy garden gnomes?

Six days in, I have finished my allotted trashy novel, climbed a rock wall, raced in go-karts, jumped on a spider mat, owned the mini golf course, swum late at night in the pool and jumped in the lake. I still have the ghost town and the log barn to cross off before we head home. Here I am, steadily knocking off my summertime to do's.

Lemonade Stand Karma

Lemonade Stand Karma

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Tuesday Inspiration: Haley

Monday's summer nightmare

Monday's summer nightmare