You know, "The victim's body was found on the floor in a puddle of water. The window was open, and there were pieces of glass all around, but there were no visible signs of injury. What happened?"
The wind knocked over the gold fish bowl.
Only when I walked in the door Sunday afternoon, there wasn't a body on the floor; just the pieces
of broken glass. How could a glass have fallen off the table
when no one was here? The rest of the family was at Grandma's for Sunday brunch.
I had just made a quick run home for...
I found the mangled frames and the OTHER lens on the floor in the library.
Blackie had struck again.
The big black dog, with his teeth, in the library.
He could now add them to the collection of things he has chewed up; including several expensive toys, a pair of shoes, and the living room couch.
The irony is, this was my SECOND trip home. Dionel and I had already been there a
few minutes before to pick up "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" (what were the people
at Disney thinking???!!!). Marcela had left it behind when we had gone to church
earlier. When D and I walked in the door back at Grandma's, Dani said she had tried to
call me - Manuel wanted his glasses. Feeling in a generous mood - and luckily for
Manuel still not all that hungry - I didn't mind driving back across town a second
The thing was, there hadn't been any pieces of chewed up lens on the floor the first
time we were there. It was those fateful ten minutes between trips that were the glasses' undoing.
So, had I gotten there a minute or two earlier, or if Manuel had asked me to pick
up his glasses the first time around, or if Dani had been able to get ahold of us
while we were there picking up the movie - all just minor variations in the actual
sequence of events - we wouldn't be faced with the prospect of having to shell out another
hundred bucks for a new pair of glasses...
...but I am not complaining!
I've learned my lesson (for the moment anyway).
The first reading at church Sunday was from Exodus (I think - I wasn't paying THAT close
attention!). It was the story of the Israelites in the desert.
They were grumbling and complaining to God because
they were tired of the manna and quail he was miraculously providing every day.
I have been doing my share of grumbling and complaining lately. MORE than my share.
And here God has been providing for us each day. We are still here. We have each
other. We are healthy (relatively! We have just been trying on colds all winter).
We have a warm house to live in, and more than enough to eat.
Sure, things could be better. But I realized that is the thing. The Israelites were
complaining, and at one level they had legitimate reason. They WERE in the desert
after all. But they were GOING to the Promised Land, the land flowing with milk
and honey. God had this wonderful place prepared for them - and he was taking care of them
on the journey there.
Their problem was they had become very, VERY short sighted.
All they could see was manna and quail, manna and quail, manna and quail, day after
day, manna and quail.
They had lost sight of the promise of the Land of Milk and Honey. Worse, they had
lost sight of God. They had lost sight of all that he had done for them. They had lost sight of his
love for them.
Forget the Passover, forget the seven plagues, forget the parting of the sea, forget even the cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night.
All they could see was their immediate circumstance.
I don't do that, do I?!!!
(slightly revised, 2003)