I’m taking a FB fast through the rest of June but HAD to break it just long enough to log in here and share some cool experiences I’ve had this week. It’s a little long, so grab a cup of tea or box of donut holes and settle in. 🙂
1. I’ve been sleeping too hot lately and decided we needed a ceiling fan for our bedroom. Something small and low profile and JUST enough to draw the cool air in from the window. I don’t like sleeping in wind. 🙂 I made a little quick movie of how it would feel in my mind and then went about my day. Today, I went to help my daughter pick up a bed she bought off FB marketplace from up the road and while I was there, the lady said “We have other stuff we are getting rid of if you need any of this” she sweeps her hand across the room and I see a white ceiling fan sitting on a chair. I ask her how much she is asking for it and she said “Nothing. You can have it.”
2. At the concert mentioned next, we see someone walk right in front of us with a large Tupperware container of Rainier Cherries. It’s cherry season here and they are abundant but they are still as expensive as all get out. Rainier cherries are my favorite and I said to Vince “Dang, those look good! I want to get my hands on some. I wish someone we knew had a tree with more than they can eat that we could just go pick.” Within ten minutes I get a text from a friend that I didn’t know even had any cherry trees saying “I have too many cherries. If you want to come pick some, come help yourself before the birds get them.”
3. I get a text on Monday from my daughter who (also texting her dad at the same time) said “You two have a date Wednesday night to see Chris Isaak at the Britt.” It’s our favorite outdoor concert hall – small and surrounded by lovely trees – and Chris Isaak is someone we both have enjoyed for years.
She had purchased us lawn seating because that’s all that was left. Lawn seating meant getting to the box office at 3 to pick up our tickets and then getting in line at the gate to wait for it to open at 6. The line, by then, would already be quite long from the people who already had their tickets in hand and then the rush would happen when the gates were opened and we all clamored for a space on the grass. The concert didn’t start until 7:30 so the thought of 4 1/2 hours of waiting was dreadful. All this on the hottest day of the year so far – a heavy, muggy, 97 degrees. Rain showers certain.
In front of the grass is a 1/3 circle of comfy benches, reserved seating, of course. In front of the benches is a small, lower artificial lawn which doubles as an orchestra pit in during symphony season. The absolute BEST seats in the house are the front row of benches, within 40 feet of the stage, if that. Even if the people in front of you in the pit are standing/dancing, you can sit comfortably and see right over their heads.
At about 11 am, I called to see if, by chance, there were any seats available for an upgrade. There were two…on opposite corners of the benches. We debated and decided we’d rather sit uncomfortably on the lawn (where it’s hard to get comfy and there are people potentially crammed up close or standing up the whole time) than to sit separately.
The lady told me to call back at around 4 to see if any seats had open. I did and none had. She told me to call back at 5:05 when the calls would be transferred to the actual venue box office (rather than the downtown offices) and they might know if any had opened up.
Before this point, we had gone back and forth and back and forth about whether to go early and stand in line or just show up when we wanted to and hope for a good seat. At one point, I took a single deep breath and envisioned out loud to my husband, “We’re just going to go when we want and we’ll get the perfect spot.” That was that.
We left the house at 4:45 and drove toward the venue. At 5:50 I called the box office and asked if there were any seats available for upgrading. Here’s how the conversation went:
“Hi. My name is Stephanie Lee and we have two tickets we are supposed to pick up there tonight. They are lawn seating and i’m calling to see if there happen to be any seats that have opened up?”
Nice Box Office Lady (heretofore refered to as NBOL): “Were the tickets purchased in your name? I’m not seeing any record of them…”
Me: “No. They were purchased over the phone on Monday by my daughter, Annabelle.”
NOBL: “Annabelle Lee?”
NOBL (in a suddenly enthusiastic tone): “Oh! We have been talking about her off and on all day!”
Me: “Really? Why?” (perplexed…they’d never met her so I know her dimples didn’t make an impression like they so often do.)
NOBL: “Oh, nothing bad. It’s her name. I’m a HUGE Edgar Allen Poe fan and his poem Anabel Lee is my favorite. I asked her if she knew it when she called and she was so cute on the phone. We chatted about it.”
Me: “Oh how funny! Yeah…She gets that a lot but only from well read people.” (we laughed).
NOBL: “So you’re wanting two seats?”
Me: “Yes, if there are any available.”
NOBL: “Is Annabelle the one picking up the tickets? Are you coming to the concert with her?”
Me: “No. She isn’t coming. She actually bought them as a gift for her dad and me. She texted us and told us we have a date and bought us the tickets. We’re so excited.”
NOBL: “Oh my gosh! How old is she? (I tell her 17 and she says) Seriously?! That is SO nice of her to do that for you two! What a great girl you’ve got there!”
Me: “Thank you! We adore her too!” 🙂
NOBL: “Do you mind holding for a minute?” (Of course not, I say) She says she has to run check on something.
Five minutes later I hear her whispering to her coworker and can only decipher “Annabelle’s parents…I asked Chris and he’s totally cool with it.”
NOBL: “We found you two seats, front row, section A”.
I am dropped jawed. These are LITERALLY THE BEST seats in the house. I thank her profusely and hung up. We detoured to REI to grab some $5 ponchos in case the dark clouds decided to dump on us.
The time comes that we are at the venue walking up to the ticket booth and I have four windows to choose from, one of which says “closed”. I make eye contact in passing with the lady behind that window and smile. She opens her window and waves “I can help you here”. I tell her my name and before i can finish it she says excitedly, “You’re Annabelle’s parents!” She turns and repeats to her co-workers “Hey, this is Annabelle’s mom and dad!” Then back to me “We love her name and love that she bought you guys tickets. You’ve raised a great kid, mom and dad.” Then she turns and says “I have your tickets right here”. She hands us the envelope and says “Theres a little something extra in there from us. Enjoy your evening and good job with that kid of yours. She’s a smart cookie.”
We look in the envelope and there, with our tickets, is a gift certificate to our favorite restaurant in that town. We are stunned. We thank them profusely and float through the gate.
We find our seats and discover a volunteer usher (they are EVERYWHERE here) is waiting near our seats. As we sit down she says “Oh, YOU’RE the ones who got a couple of the Artist’s reserved seats! Lucky you two! That NEVER happens!”
Evidently the performing artist gets X number of seats they can offer to traveling companions or whatever. Evidently, even if they don’t need them, they RARELY remember to give them up so they are rarely available to the public. They are the best seats in the house. Turns out, when she went to “ask Chris”, she meant THE CHRIS! As in Isaak.
As I sit down, I remember the little movie I made in my mind at home about showing up when we wanted and finding the perfect seats. And here we were…even better than I had imagined.
To top it all off, Chris Isaak walked RIGHT BY US during his first song as he walked through the audience and the weather was PERFECT! I cooled down as the sun set, there were no mosquitos, and not a drop of rain fell. It really was so amazing and Chris and his band were so entertaining, told amazing stories, and didn’t once say anything off color or unsavory (unlike a couple of his music videos from the 90’s). It was fantastic.
So, here’s the interesting common thread in all three of these stories:
When I try really hard to “manifest” stuff, it seems like such an unproductive struggle.
When I choose visions from a place of joy and “wouldn’t that be fun?”, they seem to happen almost “too easily”.
The trick for me is to remember what Marianne Williamson says that the Course in Miracles says about miracles: There is no degree of difficulty for God when working miracles.
Note to self: choose joy whenever possible.
So awesome, Stephanie! Thanks for sharing!!!
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