Expectations
Conversations. A few years back one of my sons and I were laughing at how many times we do the same things over and over expecting a different result.
For Instance, said he, I go to the fridge, open the door ...nothing I want there. Five minutes later I do the same thing...still nothing's changed.
What, said he, did I expect? A different scene in there? Something new to be added? The refrigerator fairy to have done something different and magical?
What pulls the bell cord is how many ways I've learned to do something different and still come up with the same results. However, hope springs eternal in my world.
My Adorable Cousin's husband has done many things in his/their lives. At one time he was an award winning salesman for a company. He won several awards and one year he and Adorable decided to take a cruise for their award.
We've all heard about those cruises. Food buffets, and days of fun and sun, visiting different ports along the way. I believe the route was along the Mexican coast, and boasted of its 'famous' French chef.
We are country folk, yes we are, but we can also appreciate the finer foods of the world. We can also call an ace an ace, or tell emperor his tailor stinks.
The food was very bad, she said. One night, she says, we were served something that looked like pigeon pooh. As we're sitting there looking at it—and he and I are whispering about what it looks like to one another, someone asks her husband what he said.
Well, he just said out loud, 'it looks like bird pooh'. I will honestly say Adorable and her husband could be some of the best entertainers. By the end of the cruise their reputation was made as such.
Adorable Cousin lost ten pounds, which would be a bonus today, but maybe not back then. One afternoon their activity was scuba diving.
Somehow she injured herself and was in so much pain, she couldn't enjoy the on shore afternoon meal. A burger and fries—good, old American fast food. The one good meal of the whole experience.
Life is a priceless gift. Not all our experiences are enjoyable. That doesn't mean we can't live life to its fullest and find pleasure scattered throughout.
The bone in the soup is that too often we focus on the bone in the soup. It could be the best soup ever made, but that bone...
I went to a ladies' tea years ago. There were lovely muffins, and as I bit into mine, it had an egg shell in it. I don't like bones in my soup, or egg shells in my muffins.
I was about to start pouting to myself that my hostess didn't like me and I knew it, and she made sure I got...
And this wee voice said to me, 'are you an idiot? There are thirty ladies here. How do you think she knew which muffin you were going to get?'
My 'voice' and I snickered, and enjoyed the rest of the tea. (Yes, I do talk to myself. I mean, how embarrassing would it be to admit to some of these things to someone else?)
