There is a God (subtitle: My poor James!)

You ever had something happen where you think "wow, there is a God?" Actually, after recently re-viewing "What the Bleep Do We Know?" (a movie on quantum physics and how thought and vibrations can change your world -- highly recommended and entertaining), I feel that we "make our own God" -- and I definitely did that tonite.

On "every other Tuesday," my James has a thing that he goes to (I go to the same thing, but on the "other" Tuesday). We have a "pact," as we are generally pretty wiped when we come home, that the one who is home on that Tuesday will make the "other" a wonderful meal. We kinda make a big deal of it.

The last couple Tuesdays when my James has been out, however, I haven't been here -- have actually had to stay up at my casa for some reason or another. However, he has lived by his promise -- I have had WONDERFUL meals (he's quite cute about it -- even has the napkin over the arm) when I drag on home late on "my" Tuesday.

So THIS Tuesday, I was getting together with two of my grrlfriends. We were to have dinner together and then watch a movie. It's all good. The grrlfriend at who's house we were meeting (that doesn't sound like correct grammar, but so be it) stated that "if I brought Tupperware" she would even have enough dinner for me to bring some home to my James -- EVEN BETTER -- "special din-din" without having to leave early and figure out how to prepare it. It's ALL good!

So, today, I decide to get back into going to yoga. It's been a year (yeah, a whole year, in fact). I will talk more about yoga in another post, but I believe this is a CRITICAL thing to have in one's life. (Ignore the woman behind the curtain who hasn't gone for a year, of course.) Anyway, so off I went to yoga today, because I had wanted to SELL my remaining yoga sessions on the card I bought a year ago, and they said they were NON-TRANSFERABLE -- so of course now I have a real Jones to use them. (I have 8/10 left.)

The yoga class I can make is at 4:30 p.m. -- which is not such a good time. As an independent contractor/"gun for hire" attorney, this is JUST about the time my clients have a spazz attack and realize they need something for some huge meeting that will take place -- ta da! -- the next morning at 7 a.m. However, I persevere, and off to yoga I go.

Of course -- never fear! -- the "client spazz attack" thing happens. Maybe it's somehow tied to yoga itself -- maybe they smell I am doing something "personal" before 6 p.m. (This spazz attack "MUST HAVE WILL DIE" timing thing hasn't happened in a good long time.) I get some email on my Blackberry that a client has tied himself into a good tight knot and has to extricate himself by -- Ta Da! -- the next morning.

So, realizing that it's going to take me a bit to get him out of his dilemma, and also knowing my James is coming home around 9:30, I decide to still go meet my grrlfriends, but that I will need to NOT do the movie part -- just dinner.

So I arrive, and we have a great time -- interestingly, one of the other gals also has to book, as she has a deal pending where the client needs information "tonite" that (sigh) is not on her PDA but is on her desk in hard copy. So she, too, must leave too early to do movies. We all do air kisses and promise that we will re-group for movie later.

(I feel a bit the ingrate as we woof down food -- me also scooping dollops into Tupperware -- and then we air kiss and bolt...)

SO ANYWAY, I pull into the driveway and -- GADZOOKS! -- my James' car is there. I look at the clock (is it way WAY later than I thought?) and I'm not late -- so what's up?

I go upstairs -- and my poor dear, he's sick. Of the "ick, don't touch me, I'm so sorry, you're going to catch this" variety. (No doubt that I WILL get it -- perfect timing, I have a 2 week seminar series that starts Monday that I've already paid for. Perfect for serious flu. Pffft.)

He wonders where I've been -- I tell him at the grrls, but more importantly, I have FOOD (flu-fighting food, of course!)

But without that silly client blow-up -- which came out of the blue -- I would still be blithely watching movies at my grrls' house....because it would JUST be time to come home about now to be sure I could still get food on the table for my James and hear how his day was.

This way -- there is a God! (smile) -- I arrive home "late" (e.g., not when my James imagined I would be here), but I'm WAY earlier than I "would have been," I arrive bearing food that can be eaten by a flu person right away -- and though I have to do some work to get the client back set to rights, I can get it all done (and now blog) before bedtime.

Without the whole "client thing," I would have been WAY later, my James would actually have been worried (not knowing I was going out with grrlfriends, because he wouldn't have actually cared to have that knowledge on his night "out"), I might not have checked my cell phone even, not anticipating him to be home with the flu......................all not so great.

So -- here's a toast to things happening in a way that works out unanticipatedly well! I was not happy to leave early -- but now I am SO happy to have left early. Things always work out for the best........."There is a God" :-)