Sometimes I think the reason we believe life is dull is because we forget too quickly. Things are
never dull. Take this past week.
My 17 year old got a nasty case of pink eye and went around the house
saying, “I am Sauron.”
I found out a
friend of mine (a person of respectable age) dragged raced my 19 year old. I find it hard to wrap my brain
around two mini-vans barreling down a well-known speed trap. But my son told me,
“It was okay. I pinned them between another car and our van—no way, was I going
to get a ticket.” Hmm. I’m sure my friend might tell the story a bit
differently.
For reasons
unbeknownst to me, birds regularly fly down our chimney and into our house.
Thankfully, Sauron-son and I are bird removal experts. Jezebel, our bird dog, believes
that birds inside the house are pets and ignores them.
My husband
missed clicking a button in TurboTax and we went from a refund to “give us your
arm, your leg, and your firstborn son.” Since our first born no longer lives at
home, I was beginning to wonder how I could lure him back. Thankfully, we found
the random unclicked button. I am still recovering from the stress.
I’m hoping
for a mellow, quiet week. Dull is good.
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| This is a spiral galaxy called "Eye of Sauron." It looks remarkably like my blue-eyed son's case of pink eye. Image courtesy of Wikimedia. |
