If you have a priest and a brother over for dinner, you might suddenly notice that your clean silverware looks rather dirty. And while they will be too charitable to ask, they really want to know why you have a Christmas tree in your living room on the eve of March 1st.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
The cake we made was forgotten on our kitchen counter.
The salmon our friends made was dropped on the kitchen floor.
But good company trumps good food any day, and the back-up meal was very tasty.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
My husband and I were baking a cake when I spotted him measuring tablespoons of flour with our everyday non-measuring teaspoons.
I tried to stop him, convince him how much better it would be to properly measure the flour, but it was useless.
He is comfortable with estimating. I, on the other hand, was so bothered by the imprecision of this I had to avert my eyes.
The thing is I knew the cake would be okay and it was.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
“I’m sure there’s a cure for that,” I told my friend.
“It’s death. That’s the only cure for my problems.”
My friend was joking, but she speaks the truth.
Death is the only cure for what ails us, and I’m not advocating it.
As an alternative, acceptance of suffering might be in order.
Monday, February 25, 2008
If the directions say, “add water and microwave,” it’s really important to add the water.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Easter Sunday menu planning has begun in my family. But we really need to figure out which meal we’re serving.
“We’re having brunch/lunch,” my sister said.
“Isn’t brunch already breakfast and lunch,” I replied.
“Wait. No. We’re not making up any new meals,” my brother chimed in.
“Yea, what are we going to have brunch-unch?” I said.
Then my sister told us that her in-laws serve an early dinner they call “dunch.”
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The bottles were askew on the grocery store shelf and startled my husband when he read “Organ Apple Juice.”
Friday, February 22, 2008
I can’t quite explain the joy in hearing my friend’s not-yet-2-year-old daughter say my husband’s name. If a child knows your name, you exist.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I have to say, I like a doctor with an image of Our Lady of Guadalupe above the examination table and Rosie the Riveter “We Can Do It!” potholders covering the stirrups.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
There’s a book called “Potatoes Not Prozac.”
I have no idea what it is about.
But every time I eat potatoes for lunch, which is almost daily, I take comfort in thinking I am distancing myself from depression with each bite.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
The cure for the common cold: 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
And a husband who makes homemade vegetable soup.
(I know, I’m a very lucky girl.)
Monday, February 18, 2008
I’m not sure if it was the double shot of wheat grass, the all-fruit smoothie with immunity boost or the Mike and Ike candy chaser, but something left me feeling nauseated.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
My husband and I spent the day meeting and greeting brides and grooms to be. I always have fun at these events. I can’t help it. I like talking with strangers.
But it is odd to think, statistically speaking, at least half the couples we met today will end up divorced down the road.
Why is that?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thinking about Christ’s passion, the priest said, is like baking with flour.
It sticks to your heart the way flour stays on your hands.
Friday, February 15, 2008
“That’s awesome,” my husband exclaimed when he saw the tiny “zzzz” decorating the NyQuil bottle.
His enthusiasm for NyQuil is only rivaled by his love for Costco.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
It’s not really a holiday if you have to work.
Not that I’m complaining about any excuse to indulge in chocolate.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Mixed in with the tiny candy hearts that say, “True Love,” “Be Mine,” “I Love You,” my husband found one that said, “Fax Me.”
Oh, how romantic.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
A dear friend who is reading a book by Alice von Hildebrand shared with me a question to ponder:
“Does this mean anything in the light of eternity?”
Monday, February 11, 2008
I finally got brave enough to give my parents the link to this blog.
I doubt they will comment. Hell, they might even forget to read.
But it was definitely a jumping-off-a-cliff moment for me.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
My dad wanted to know if we could use a Thomas Guide of Santa Clara County for our car.
We laughed when we saw the book was dated 2002.
“Most of the streets are there,” he justified.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
My husband found a scene of holidays past at the dumpster today.
Someone had thrown out their Christmas tree. He was discarding our Halloween pumpkins.
Friday, February 8, 2008
“I don’t have my directions with me,” I told my husband.
“You came with directions and you’ve been holding out on me?” he replied.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
An email exchange yesterday between my father and my husband:
My dad: Love the way the Christmas Tree photo turned out, very nice indeed.
My husband: Thanks, Love. I still want to re-shoot it though. LOVEYOUMISSYOU!!!
My dad: Who added the LOVEYOUMISSYOU comment?
My husband: That's too funny! I thought that you were Christina. If there was ever an argument for drinking coffee in the morning, especially after working the elections last night, I think this is it!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Did you see somebody with dirt on her forehead today?
Those were ashes.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Today I was taking down some information over the phone, and the man on the other end was spelling out what I needed to know.
When he got to the letter K, he said, "K as in Kilo," which struck me as odd.
Monday, February 4, 2008
When you can’t speak, you can hear yourself think.
And I heard a lot of complaining.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
The silence was good for my soul.
It’s not that I live an especially fast-paced life, but I do live a noisy one.
I am rarely quiet. I am rarely still. And it had been more than six years since my last silent retreat.
I arrived Friday night with an agenda in mind, questions I was hoping to get answered.
What’s that joke about making God laugh? Tell him your plans.
Let’s just say God had his own agenda. And I’m okay with that.