Thank God for the days when life really fizzes for you and you can capture some of the lovely suds of it as it spills over the lip of your glass. If you’re a chronicler like me, you get to capture that foaming excess in words.
It’s raining again which is fine but at 5am I went to turn on my bedside table lamp and there was a snapping sounds and a flash and the whole room plus the bathroom lost power. And the power STAYED out, a good 30 minutes.
I staggered out to the kitchen thinking What if the whole house is out? I’m alone here today so I sure hoped that wasn’t the case.
In the kitchen I came upon this little guest towel embroidered for me as a gift by the mother of my wonderful friend Lou Benson, Bodywork guru. Luckily, the kitchen lights still worked but as I stood tried to gather my thoughts I realized I couldn’t read the little embroidered words on the towel at all. See?
“Good heavens! Have I lost the ability to crack the code of reading? ” was all I could think. Maybe it was MY circuitry that got zapped and not just the Ground Fault Interrupt on the other side of the house.
It unsettled me for sure – until I saw that the towel was merely wrong side to so that what I was seeing was in fact the backs of the little cross stitches.
I have to admit it’s not hard for something to unsettle me lately. I think that’s true for all of us in these jumpy times. But for me when an unsettling moment turns into a whole unsettled day it’s often because I’m thinking “Lord, lord, what will I write for tomorrow?”
Why worry about that though; always there is some small thing.
Today it was that little towel talking to me in an unreadable language. Tomorrow maybe it will be something as cool as these seeming ping pong balls that just rolled up against the bottom of the front porch steps. Can you tell what they are really? They weren’t here an hour ago. Aren’t they darling? What are they and who do you think put them there?