The tale of A fishy birdhouse and a tribute to mom

The cold hard truth.  I am an assumer.   I will admit that.  You see... my little fishy birdhouse came up missing the other day and what is the first thing I do?   I assume.   I assumed the neighbor kids must have been playing by my house and found it ( it is kind of like a treasure).  After all birdhouses do not have legs.
  I also am a procrastinator.  The birdhouse had fallen out of the tree and landed in the dry creek bed.  I kept looking at it day after day, saying to myself  I'm gonna crawl down there as soon as some snow melts and get that thing. 


  It was too late.  Someone else beat me to it. 
Sometimes I wonder if I am blind.  I seem to think I am all intuitive and so in touch with and aware of my surroundings.  But did  I notice that I didn't actually have to wait till the snow melted to retrieve the birdhouse from the creek bed? NOOOOOO.  I could have just walked around to the other side where there was no snow.


  So what do I do?  I rant and rave to my friends about how the neighbors kids must have taken my birdhouse,  the only evidence solely based on having previously seen them play near my house in the creek bed.
  Then I email my  landlord, because I was ready to go poundin' on some door. 
  Needless to say my intuition does work every once in awhile.  I had a feeling to just wait, don't accuse, just wait, it's gotta be around here somewhere, my inner self said to me. 
  I was walking up the driveway after a walk yesterday and looked up to see ( angels singing) the birdhouse.  Come to find out my landlord had actually saved the little birdhouse from the creek bed and placed it up on the meter reader box and I had been walking right past it for days.  My gut sank.  What if I had pounded on the neighbors door looking for a stupid birdhouse?  Asking if they had seen it would obviously suggest that they had taken it.  After all birdhouses don't have legs.
  So I faced the cold hard truth that I do not behave perfectly like I think  I do sometimes. ("For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think",...Romans 12:3)  Ouch.
   And when  am I ever going to learn this darn lesson in assuming or jumping to conclusions?


  Thankfully God knows I'm not perfect either. 


 SO mom, you must have done a good job, for me to think I behave so perfectly in the world.  But the truth is , even though you have taught me how to behave so well in this world,  I mess up.  The truth that you have taught me, is that when I mess up, I can be forgiven.   SO thanks mom for all that you taught me and are teaching me, and  for being such a good mom no matter how bad I mess up.  That goes for God too.

Cinco De Mayo...environmentally friendly dinner party went off without a hitch. After 7 people, 20 some tacos, beans, rice, margaritas, & coronas,  not even 1/4 of the trash can was full.