Celebrating Small Victories

Does a full gas cylinder make you want to bake the office cookies?
Does the arrival of your coffee table cause you to jump with joy?
Do you squeal with excitement when the maintenance man comes to change the locks?

I have the feeling that most of you would answer no to these questions. I however giggle yes to every one. I suppose you could say I am learning to appreciate the things I have been given. But honestly this week has been a cause for celebration! Once I arrived at site, I had enough gas for the 1st week. Then I went about a week and a half without. Now don’t worry, I have amazing staff members at the clinic and Mma Kgolwane (the principle nurse) let me borrow a hot plate (gestures like this are becoming saintly in my book). So when a full cylinder of gas arrived at my house (by ambulance ride with the very awesome Mr. Peters) I had the sudden urge to bake not just chocolate chip cookies, but snicker doodles as well. I couldn’t help it, I just had to show my appreciation.

Then that very same day, the maintenance men show up at my door with brand new locks in his hands. I just couldn’t stop myself from squealing with excitement. I now have keys to every door in my house, and they all work properly. (I was safe before, I had locks, but no keys to some of my doors)

Now, I was thrilled by both of these events this week. I was certainly a happy PCV. But then today, the Awesome Mr. Peters knocks on my door. In the back of the ambulance was my coffee table. I just had to jump for joy. Most of you are probably thinking I have totally lost my mind. But seriously if you just take the time to celebrate the small victories in life, it’s hard not to be the happiest girl in the world!

Oh, next week I should be getting bedroom furniture for my guest bedroom. Now those of you who come to visit me will have a bed to sleep in. Lol. I have no idea how I am going to react when it arrives.

My house will be almost complete with the addition of this furniture. I am still awaiting the maintenance men to come back and fix a few other things, and I have a semi-small bat population living in my attic. But I assure you all that I love my house. It really feels like home (it’s just missing you all).