Got What I Wanted

French PressWell hints just do not work…at least not until you tell the right people. I have been telling people for years when it is their birthday or Christmas that I always buy other people what I want so if they decide to give it back to me I won’t have to return it to the store.

I’m not so sure why it took so long to figure it out.  Perhaps I was just telling the wrong people but this year I finally got two things I wanted.  Both were things that I had bought for someone else in the past.

I’m not certain how people figure out what it is that people want for gifts.  How anyone could ever suspect that I would want frilly soap is beyond me.  I have never worn a frill in my life.  I don’t have frilly drapes or furniture and I never even dressed my daughters in frills.  Still I get cute little soap with flowers and bows.

I love the practical gifts that people give me.  The gift certificates for things that I buy anyway are great because then I don’t have to spend my own money at the hair salon or to get the occasional pedicure.  Thoughtful and practical.  Yes, practical I am and practical I appreciate.

There are however things that I would never buy for myself.  These items fit into the “wow is that ever nice, but I won’t buy it for myself because it isn’t practical” category.

On this birthday just past I received two such gifts and my heart is filled with joy.

The first is a bracelet of the “Pandora” variety but a different make.  I bought one for someone else in my family a while back and she didn’t really like it.  I was disappointed because I thought they were so beautiful. They are even slightly practical in a sentimental sort of way.  They provide a way to wear your memories on your arm and don’t get caught in everything like the old fashioned charm bracelets.

The trick, it seems to getting one for myself  was to tell someone who might have some power over the person who needed to buy it.  Mission accomplished.  She took him to the jewelry store and I now own a piece of lovely jewelry that I don’t think will come off very often.  I didn’t mean for it to happen this way but I’m sure glad it did.

The other thing I have long wanted is a French Press for the best coffee ever.  I love coffee and I have been buying French presses for almost everyone I know ( I exaggerate a little) for years.  Every time I walk past a kitchen store I stop in to look at them and last week in the grocery store I saw one for $15 that I almost gave in and bought for myself.  But then why would I buy something like that for myself when I have a perfectly good coffee maker at home.

Well it seems I said something about my constant purchase of French presses to my dear friends and voila, tonight I have a French press.  Morning cannot come fast enough.  The coffee maker is on for the first two cups of coffee but when I get home from driving that bus the French press and I have a date on the front porch with a good book.

Thanks girls.


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (, I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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