change

Yesterday, our morning ladies' Bible study was canceled due to the ice on the roads. One woman hadn't gotten the message, and showed up with her baby and little girl, Olivia.

Poor Olivia. When she heard she wasn't going down to the nursery, it just broke her little heart, and she sobbed and sobbed.

Now, the nursery wouldn't have been ANY fun yesterday. All the kids she liked to play with had stayed home. But she had been PLANNING on being there with them, and she was crushed at the change of schedule.

I know just how she feels!

It takes me an inordinate amount of time to adjust to change. I can't even write it off to the fact I'm getting OLD (my last year in my 30's is just about to begin). I've ALWAYS been this way. I have these friends who are spontaneous and flexible, and while they're good for me, I have to force my brain to join that particular party!

So this accelerated car-change process is still boggling my brain. Normally I spend months deciding to get rid of a car and researching its replacement. I'm astounded that I just went out Monday and signed papers on a new (used) car with only a weekend's consideration.

Drove to the body shop Monday, also, and cleaned my stuff out of Lil #5. I hope to pick up Lil #6 today after work, and if so, I'll post a picture.