Lost Bag Found Bag

So this week has been a week of highs and lows -- On the high side I made some yummy vegan brownies, very chocolaty, thanks to tastespotting, saw Patton Oswalt at the Tempe Improv, who was hilarious, and Lily Allen put out a new album, yaay! 

On the low side, I had to collect urine from my cat, which took many hours of watchful waiting, and then finally ending at 3am, some plastic "litter" and a pissed off cat. Most days are somewhere in-between those. 

Lately I have been working on being in the present moment and accepting everything as it is right now, which can be hard sometimes.  So on Thurs I went to yoga like usual, but I parked a little farther away than I usually do, hoping that everything would be ok when I came out of yoga, but you know that little voice in your head that tells you when something isn't right? Well, I should have listened to the voice because when I came out of yoga, my right side passenger window was smashed in and two of my bags were stolen. 

So while I was wishing peace to all living things in the world, the thief got away with no money, but plenty of sensitive paperwork, a Vy and Elle messenger bag, an Eckhart Tolle book, and my favoriteist bag in the world--my yellow/brown/orange Brooklyn Industries bag that they don't make anymore. I know that it is just stuff, but I bought that BI bag on my first trip to NY, and so I loved that bag.  Oh well, we must accept what we can't change right?

So Sat I got a call from someone who found my VyandElle bag stuck in a tree  in  a park at 6th Ave and 1st St, which is probably a mile away from where it was lost on 4th. I can't thank Tom and Patty  enough for their kindness.   So the low changed into a high.   So from now on, everything goes in the trunk.