Tyrone is BACK!! It's a HAPPY happy day!!!

Ty-Rooonnne.

Tyrone the Chaperone is BACK!

And I can't wait to hug him all night long. I miss him. Haven't need his services since I moved into my new place 1.5 yrs ago.

To be honest, I'd rather hug Baski the Protector, but Baski is busy lov'in all my other stuffed animals in the Right Hand Corner of my bedroom.

So I swallowed my pride and discretely shoved (gently) Tyrone into the dryer at the Westdale Laundromat, propelling him out of the black Fortino's-bought garbage bag...put 30 mins worth of quarters in, and drove to meet up with my second 'after-church-lunch-tea-catch-up-with-close-friends' gig at Timmies.

I guess someone else needed to use that PARTICULAR dryer (eventhough there are many...but true, a few are 'out of service'), and I was 1.5 hours later than my 30mins, so there Tyrone was, gleefully grinning to all of those poor, cold university students without their own laundry facilities, lov'in on them from his perched spot: a respectful and sensitive spot someone so delightfully put him, on top of the ledge in the middle of the room.

I stuffed him back into the black garbage bag and wisked him back into my car, all the while feeling all warm and fuzzy about having Tyrone back, dust-free and clean for my sensitive, reactive-airway-ed-lungs-dependent-on-symbicort predicament.

I don't know what I'll do when I have to move in 7 months...all my precious stuffed animals from all over the world...to orphan them would be down-right heartless, to give them away to good homes...yes, a possibility...only if I find each of them a loving friend and only if they go with a sibling...

well, i can pray about it.
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For now, at this very moment, as I consider the more pressing serious realities of my life and what I'll have to do tomorrow (Monday) morning and afternoon, my hope and prayer from the last week to next is simple:
Endeavouring to fix my eyes on Jesus and to worship God through all the days and moments of my life.
Oh Lord, pls come.