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We're not supposed to recycle plastic bags, so I turn mine upside down and shake the contents into the recycle bin. This is quite a feat, because I am short, and the top of the bin is a little higher than my shoulders.

Today, as I struggled to shake everything out, I heard/felt a faint jingle.

I'm grateful beyond words for the very timely warning that my keys were tangled in the bag and about to wind up in the dumpster with the rest of the trash. I'm even more grateful that I took heed, despite my big rush to be done and move on.

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The gift of a new mitral valve.

Today marks two years since my open heart surgery.

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Today's mail brought a lovely surprise. Two vouchers sent by our town to encourage us to shop local and help support Purcellville businesses during this challenging time.

Thank you, Town of Purcellville!

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A gift from my very talented artist friend. It will fit perfectly on the bare spot on my wall where a puzzle that warped and had to be taken down once hung.

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A gift from a special friend who saw something I posted on Facebook a while back about how I wished shoe horns were still around--especially the long ones they used to have back in the days of my youth.

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My daughter making it possible (by doing the driving) for me to attend my friend's 80th birthday brunch.

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A Dollar Tree is coming to town--within easy walking distance of where I live.