Musing

Yesterday, Carolyn woke up on the wrong side of the crib and was quite the fussy, clingy, needy girl for a couple hours. She spent a good bit of time with her arms wrapped tightly about my neck, head on my shoulder.

Now, of course I don't want my daughter to be fussy or sad or sick or hurt or otherwise unhappy. But, when she is, I can't help finding the abundance of lingering hugs very sweet indeed.

And it made me think. . .

Of course God doesn't want his children to be tried and tempted in various unpleasant manners. But, perhaps, he sees the abundance of our prayers during those times the way I see Carolyn's attachment to me.

New Favorite Salespitch

"But ma'am, you will save money and help stimulate the economy."

ha ha ha

Misunderstanding

Carolyn and I seem to have miscommunicated today. She seems sure that I said today's agenda including climbing, and I'm quite certain I said no such thing.

I checked with Kevin. He's on my side.

Quote of the Day: Democracy in a Nutshell

Well, actually yesterday, but. . .

from a radio show discussing the results of a poll in which 72% of the respondents answered negatively,

Seventy-two percent of the people in the country can't be wrong!

On (Near) Synonyms

I realize that the average person does not take a job at a fast food restaurant due to an extraordinary level of competence and expertise. But, being my father's daughter (Sorry, Dad!), I expect some basic level of competence pretty much everywhere--like the ability to transfer the order from my mouth to the register without grave mishaps or the knowledge that, if the cost is $10.55 and I hand him $11.05, I get 2 quarters back. Or. . .

we went to Wendy's yesterday, and I ordered a Mandarin Chicken Salad. I frequently order the MCS, and they've never before asked me what type of dressing I would like, because it comes with a sesame dressing. But the guy at the drive-thru window asked. We told him I wanted the dressing it came with. But when I checked in the bag as we pulled away, he had given me Balsamic Vinaigrette. So Kevin parked and I went in to trade. I asked the lady at the register if they had the Asian dressing. She looked at me like I was an idiot and said, with a very un-customer service-like attitude, that they had never had an Asian dressing. I, very kindly in spite of a certain irritation, pulled the vinaigrette out of the bag. "Well, this isn't what normally comes with the mandarin salad. Do you have any of it?" She looked over at another employee. . .and asked for the Oriental dressing.

Excuse me.

Vignette the First

I had some green tea from Panera today, and--between juggling Carolyn, checking my lunch (which wound up being left off the order after all that work!) for dairy, and ordering Kevin's lunch--I didn't have time to stir it after I added honey to sweeten. I forgot about it. . .until I got to the bottom of my cup, that is, when I was pleasantly surprised by a sweet liquid dessert!

Perhaps I shall regularly "forget" to stir.

Vignettes

For this new phase of life, in which time to type protracted posts is rare, we present a new category: Vignettes.

We could call them Short Rambles, but that sounds far less important and far less complimentary.