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They say that when your given lemons the best thing to do is to make lemonade.  It seems that in the past while the lemons of life have been dropping from the proverbial lemon tree.. remember the song.. "Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat".  Come with me and take a walk on the complaining side. (Doesn't that sound like fun). It would seem that I've racked up a hefty amount on my charge card. It began at Christmas and then just snowballed. You know the drill. So, I've been looking for a job. I found a little one. I'm support worker to a handicapped woman who's now vacationing in the Dominican. (There's some irony there)  It's not all bad I've learned how to give a toilet a wonderful clean and how not to handle irreplaceable fridge magnets. I have been asked to clean windows if I have the time.. Fortunately I'm as slow as molasses so the windows aren't getting done. I pray continually to have the patience to listen to my client as she remembers with fondness and detail where each 100 precious moments figurines have come from while I dust.  (And you all thought I was a nice kind of person) keep reading.  My hubby knows a friend who has a sister who has a cousin that may be able to get me in Tim Horton's. Truth be known-st' I really don't want to serve coffee. I've been doing it for 30 years and don't think I can glean anything new from the experience. New Agers will tell you that all you have to do is to cast your thoughts out into the universe and through some strange law of attraction every good thing that you've wished for will come your way. The Bible say's that all good gifts are from God and that He will give us the desires of our hearts.. Right about now I'm thinking more on the verse "We'll reap what we sow". Who knew that I would be cleaning toilets in order to keep out of debtors prison. I can just see myself in an orange jumpsuit with a ball and chain around my ankle serving stale coffee to other inmates. I'm not having as much fun as I thought I would at my age. Instead of vacationing on exotic islands I'm picking up dog poopoo and chauffeuring young people.  I've thrown my wishes out there and the Universe hasn't been listening. Yesterday while driving to the Bay, my friend told me something dreadful. She calculated my age and said that I was really ( #*) I was shocked. An extra year was added to my life in a matter of moments. "Tempus Fugit"  when your having fun. NOT.. I suppose your wondering about the moral to this little blog. You know the one that ties neatly in with the heading.  This is what I've come up with. God doesn't molly coddle whiners or complainers. He cares, but he's always fair and just. I wish I didn't have to work. However, the lessons I've learned go so deep that all I can do is to thank Him. The show must go on and who knows what pleasantries and surprises wait for me.  Happy Trails to all of you my friends and may God serve you your fruit of choice and hopefully  it's not a lemon..