Pennies From Heaven

My mom came over yesterday with intention of picking me up for a pedicure but after explaining to her that after 9 months of pregnancy, I really can't stomach wine, yet was stuck with 4 open bottles from the Friday night event, she came inside and we laughed and cried for hours while her one glass turned into three.

We talked about my Grandpa; my "Papi."

I asked if she could find time to give Tinkerbell (My grandpa's dog. He died last month and I was recently able to go to Oregon and get her,) a bath and wash her jacket, because I'd kept Tinkerbell overnight and she smelled horrifically like cigarettes.

Mom says that she has already washed Tinker twice, and that my niece has even covered Tinker's eyes in the tub while they washed her face. The jacket has been washed in hot water twice as well.

I take it as a sign that my Papi is with Tinker.

During the chat with her at my house, I told her.... "Your dad is here."

Others might not notice, but I do.

Son's indoor swing will start swinging without any sort of stimulation.

The windchime hanging in the kitchen that I bought as a memorial type thing randomly starts chiming, without any open windows or a breeze from anywhere. (Trust me, it's January in Washington. I do not have any open windows).

I look at the wood stove, frowning, thinking, "AW MAN! I let my awesome fire die!" And then the stove instantly reignites itself full of red hot flames.

I asked "the guys" (refer to http://staytunedtoace.blogspot.com/2013/01/only-for-believers.html if you're wondering who "the guys" are) to please leave my bedroom before it gets awkward while I pump. Within seconds, Tinker started making a funky, curious squeakish type noise and jumped off the bed with her little 2-inch legs and ran after them out the bedroom door. (This spoiled little dog hates jumping off the bed and also prefers to whine at you from the bottom of a staircase instead of just climbing her lazy ass up.)

I go to the kitchen to grab a straw for my ice water while I'm typing on the bedroom computer. And then of course it's just my luck that my straw is broken, *Sigh*

I tell my sarcastic Jackass of a grandpa to please stop breaking my straws.

I return to kitchen, grab a new one, go back to desk chair, and guess what! That one's broken too.
I return to kitchen, grab a new one, go back to desk chair, and guess what! That one's broken too.

(No, that repeat was not a computer error. I went through three damn broken straws before getting one that wasn't defective.)

Last night I sat down in the living room with a cup and a handful of straws. Dan and his two guests looked at me like, "Whoa, what are you about to do with all those straws?" I don't bother explaining the back story and only say that I need extra "just in case the first one breaks down."

My Grandpa is laughing while twirling his fingers in Heaven. Prankster.

Mom and I did eventually go out but it was for food, not pedicures.

There was a penny on the walkway from my front porch to my driveway.

Mom grabs my arm and says, "Jacee, my eyes are always searching the ground for coins, and that was not here when I arrived. It's a penny from someone in Heaven."