Abundance

The postman came around 2pm to give me a package. Kara had already told me she was sending me some sock yarn that was nice but wasn't in a colorway she really liked. I would never say no to free sock yarn so I said for her to send 'er on. The package arrived and I could tell it had the added heft of a jar of Hellmann's mayonnaise within its depths - Kara's one of my Hellmann's dealers. Just then B's physiotherapist arrived and I had to put the package aside to be opened later.

Just after the physiotherapist left the postman returned to deliver another package. I could tell it was from Amazon in Canada and thought that was strange since I hadn't ordered anything from Amazon anywhere but there was always the possibility that B had done it. We're forever ordering from Amazon and if Amazon in Germany doesn't have it, we're not beyond ordering from the UK or the US or Canada.

I asked him about it and he claimed ignorance so I became even more puzzled. Once the strands of packing tape had been sliced open I found that my sweet friend in Toronto, Carolyn, had send me this CD. She knew that I was digging Great Big Sea the mostest and she wanted to be the one to start me on my GBS CD collection. I couldn't help it. I got all teary. And then I put the CD in the player and dance around wildly. I am a GBS virgin no more.

Later after a wild dancing induced nap I remembered that I hadn't opened Kara's package to me yet. Armed with a carpet knife I hacked through the tape and I was floored. Sure, there was the promised sock yarn (Regia, to be exact and I like this colorway. Very springlike.) and the suspected Hellmann's but added to it were sugar-free strawberry Twizzlers. Oh yeah. I squealed when I saw those tasty packages of red love. But what really made my eyes bug out was what was taking up the rest of the package. It was yarn. And not just some ordinary stuff. People, it was baby alpaca. Three balls of a celery green baby alpaca. Baby alpaca that's so soft and fuzzy that you want to snuggle up and whisper loving words to it. Baby alpaca that's going to make a really great wrap and I just may snuggle up and whisper loving words to it. Was that all? Of course not. This package must have been sponsored by the letter A because there was more alpaca. Two big balls of a 50% alpaca, 50% wool blend that's in a really happy multicolored colorway that's going to make a really gorgeous scarf and maybe even something more. Damn if I didn't get all teary again.

I'll admit that it's probably a little silly and maybe a lot overdramatic to get teary over a CD and some yarn and mayonnaise and licorice. While I love those things, the reason I got all teary wasn't because I loved the things I received today. The reason I got all teary is because once again I was reminded of how much people really do care about me. That there are people out there who get happy because they made me happy. I'm thousands of miles away from my homeland and my family and most of my friends but I am not alone. People who are nearly on the other side of the planet from me still think of me and reach out to me and do little acts of kindness for me. That's why just the mere thought of these people makes tears spring to my eyes. The goodness and generosity of my friends never fails to choke me up.

I'm terribly, terribly spoiled. And undeserving. But I am very happy and very, very grateful. And I am very blessed to have such kind, generous friends.