I went dancing even though I am so tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open as I type this…I haven’t been dancing since Sunday…work takes up most of the daylight and into the evening hours.  Not going to complain, instead I remind myself to “think, sing, hum, focus on” the song “Everything is beautiful” - you know, the one that says “in it’s own way”…

So…I dance, and because I like to work out my legs in the pool after dancing, I go to the pool.  Haven’t been there since Sunday either…just too tired.

I’m welcomed and get in and I’m sitting on my noodle paddling back and forth (we all do laps) when someone mentions a “friendly, little white dog” that was running loose.   I wondered silently WHY no one did anything about the little thing…but, there was no dog in sight when I walked to the pool and I couldn’t see one from the pool so I forgot about the little white dog.

AND THEN I SAW HER!  Turns out it is a her.

So, out of the pool and off to rescue the little baby.   I did the usually click-click-click sounds, and called out, what do you say to a dog, there is no equivalent of “kitty, kitty, kitty”.   But, I saw the dog sort of stop and take off in a diagonal, kind of away from where I was…odd.   Anyway, at some point the dog and I were headed toward the same intersection and I was able to get her to come to me.

Figured I could drive around in the golf cart looking for lights still on at 10:45PM in The Villages.  Tried on my street first, picked a house and they didn’t recognize the dog, but told me the phone number to call the radio station…they asked me to make sure and let them know if I was able to find the owner.

I was driving around for about 20 mins…saw many homes with lights on…talking to the dog asking for her help in finding her owner(s).   I finally decided to go back closer to the golf course and was 2 streets away, picked a street and drove down it.

I saw a house with the lights on, more lights than any other house and I could see people in the house, figured they were active, up and I wouldn’t be bothering them - the first house near where I live, I interrupted their book reading and TV show…so, I felt good trying this house…

I walked up to the door, 711 something, and before I even knocked, and while I was starting to say “do you know who this…” - two women came bustling out the door and starting thanking me, over and over.

I said, “you are kidding???? this is your dog???”

It was.  She’s an 11 year old, deaf, “puppy” with dementia!

Go figure.

The owner, the older woman, had tears in her eyes and she motioned for me to hug her…she said she was having heart palpitations when she realized the dog was missing…she was so happy.

AND SO WAS I!!!

I stopped to let the people near where I live now that the story ended well.

So, did the DOG tell me where to go???  Or, am I “gifted”?  Guardian Angels??

I have a 3rd job, so I can now pay rent!   Started the job this past Tuesday.   It’s like the job was special ordered for someone with my temperament and skill set.   Not unlike a miracle.

Today, I found a mother-in-law suite, in the very neighborhood I had HOPED (and prayed) for - and, with the job I started 4 days ago, I can actually PAY RENT.

I was lying on the sofa, after working all day, thinking just how LUCKY I am to have found both a job and a place to live, when I saw the report that there more chance of getting hit by the space junk than winning the lottery!!!

What is the chance that I would land another job “of my dreams” and the living arrangement “of my dreams”, ONLY TO BE STRUCK AND KILLED BY FALLING SPACE JUNK?

As soon as I learn that ALL of the junk has fallen, and I’m STILL ALIVE, I’ll be back to report some of the details over the past month or so.

Go figure.