Hello, dear reader.
I’m sitting here at Cyberia Cafe in Houghton drinking a non-fat frappuccino.
Feeling pretty darn good. (Although it sort of feels like someone has put a belt around my stomach and keep pulling tighter…) Barry is taking pictures at a basketball game for his newspaper job. I have an hour and a half in the coffee shop before he picks me up.
The gall bladder, you’ll be pleased to know, has been behaving. It wasn’t feeling stellar earlier today, but I spent a long time meditating and breathing deeply into it…and it felt better. Thanks for all you well wishes concerning Ms. GB! We are still beaming at all the love you expressed. (And you guys! I was just kiddin’ about taking pictures during surgery!! I get weak in the knees at even SEEING blood. No photos!)
Firstly tonight, I would like to congratulate our son, Christopher, for passing his oral field paper defense. Way to go, Chris! We are really proud of you… This was the most important news all week. 🙂
Second, I would like to talk about the importance of communing with service folk in which we come in contact with on a daily basis. Specifically the servers at restaurants and Wal-Mart and co-ops and bookstores. Wherever you go–there are cool folks in which just a little caring & communication can go a long way.
Take our lady in Wal-Mart tonight. I just happened to stare deeply into her eyes. You know, see her as a person, instead of a clerk at Wal-Mart.
Suddenly she’s telling us about the importance of double-bagging pickles. Then she’s sharing a story about how she ALWAYS double-bags jars because once in Tennessee a fella DROPPED a bag of pickles in the parking lot!!
She carefully double-bagged our pickles and tied it in a safe knot before handing it to us.
“Always remember to double-bag your pickles!” she insisted.
We walked toward the parking lot.
“That’s a blog headline,” I said. “Can you remember it?”
We headed on toward our restaurant dinner. The nice server–Jasmine–went to high school with Christopher. She shared stories about her Christmas tree. About her kids. About Christmas. About her hours of work.
I like Jasmine a lot.
“What was that blog title?” I asked Barry.
“Ummm…something about double-bagging glass jars,” he said.
“Did it have something to do with pickles?” I asked.
He didn’t remember.
We vowed to remember to write down our blog and column headlines immediately in the future. These headlines are too slippery in the memory. Just like a bag of pickles–they can disappear in five minutes.
Double-bag your memories, folks! It’s a slippery world out there…