Heavens, what an unusual start to my weekend!
Friday was hectic. I was out and about trying to squeeze as many clients into my day and needed to touch base with the office before close of business. My heart sank when I got to the multi-storey car park. There was a queue of Christmas shoppers waiting to park. Did they not realise that some folk REALLY didn’t have time to wait in this queue.
Eventually making it into the car park I knew that if I wanted to find a space I would need to head right for the top. This is a bit of a bummer in this weather as the top floor is exposed, so the likelihood was that despite scraping my car of ice already that day – after my time in the office I would be heading back to freezing car again.
Leaving the office later with too many bags of files and my laptop slung across my shoulder I almost ended up a a casualty on the frozen pavements. Getting to the car park I had well and truly had enough. Standing at the elevator I pushed the button – there was no way on earth I was going to attempt to climb the stairs to the 9th floor. As I waited I noticed a little cloud (yes, that’s what I said, a furry white cloud) on the ceiling beside the elevator door. Suddenly I heard the most calming voice coming from the cloud assuring me that my journey to Utopia would be calm and soothing. I was instructed to breath in and out slowly and to feel the cares of the day wash away with every breath. The elevator arrived, the doors opened and this is what I saw……
My lift to Heaven
I stepped in and the ethereal voice continued to calm me on my journey to heaven, assuring me that all was well and I would arrive in heaven feeling calm and at peace with the world.
Arriving at the 9th floor sure enough there was a sign…..
So yes, a very strange and pleasing end to my working week. I got such a kick out of it I got back in the elevator and took the ride again. I wasn’t just in elevator 1 I was on cloud 9!
Hurray for local art projects that lift your day. I hope they keep it up all year.
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What a brilliant thing to do.
It is so amazing how little things like this can change a bad day into a happy day to remember. Now I want an elevator like that.
Ha ha, that’s awesome!
I LOVE this story and its appropriate photo enhancement. Thanks.
How nice…
The start to my weekend nearly gave me a stomach ulcer: My son was supposed to fly to Austria to spend a few days with his dad, this was his first UM flight, so we got up at 6.30 and headed to the airport in the rain and snow. Only airport security was on strike so no planes were leaving. We were told the earliest he could leave would be Tuesday which meant cancelling his trip, my little boy was absolutely crushed. His sister had a tummy bug and we had to queue for hours so I had to leave him alone in the queue to go change her nappies… I felt so… alone.
Eventually, we drove back home early afternoon. Then my son’s dad rang at 4pm saying he’d been talking to the airline and there would be a flight to Zurich leaving the airport at 6.30, with a connection to Austria. We live over an hour away from the airport so I had to grab my sick baby who was napping, the suitcase and my son, organise for a friend to look after my son’s friend who had come to play before his dad could come to collect him and make the second journey to the airport in the rain and snow, holding on so tightly to the steering wheel that my shoulders are still aching. We eventually got there but were told my son didn’t have a ticket, I had to ring his dad and sort everything out over the phone as the clock was ticking, my son was crying from the stress, and I was trying very hard not to cry too. After a couple more problems, he eventually left, terrified as everything was disorganised and it is pretty scary for an 8 yo to have a connecting flight, even if airline staff are supposed to look after him. His connecting flight was late. He eventually arrived in Austria at midnight, when his dad rang me and I started breathing again. The next morning, I had to kiss my baby goodbye for a whole week.
I don’t know why I needed to write about this, probably to get it off my chest. Sorry for high-jacking your blog Jacqueline…
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What a nightmare for you all. Feel free to hijack my blog anytime – it’s good to get it off your chest. I used to have to travel unaccompanied as a child and although it is quite a scary thing to do I know, from experience, that it will stand your son in good stead in later years. I’ve also done the ‘having to send my son off with his father’ stuff and I know how crushing that can be – I feel for you as you have this double with your daughter too. Take care, breath and put some kick ass music on to listen to – if you can dance! Love J x
That must have been a wonderful surprise. And you are just the type of person to appreciate it. I bet some people wouldn’t even notice…
It was wonderful, and I’m sure sadly you’re right that some people wouldn’t appreciate this kind of stuff – shame really, they don’t know what they’re missing.