Saturday was a day of miracles for me.
I set off on my Saturday rounds.
Got to the supermarket, couldn't find my list. I called myself rude names and decided I'd have to make the best of it. I tried to remember everything as I went through the store.
Got to the library, picked up the two books I had with me to return, and there on the car seat was the grocery list. I had bought everything on it . . . except lemon juice. I think I have a couple of spare lemons to use for juice before they dry into golf balls . . . enough for my purposes.
Got inside the library and couldn't remember the name of the author who'd been recommended to me. I stared at the Bs for a while, sure that the last name began with B. Nothing tripped a memory so I wandered elsewhere. Some title reminded me . . . Coben! and I have in my possession, for two weeks, the recommended novel: Harlan Coben's "Gone for Good."
As I checked out my books, I told Cathy, the librarian, about my Day of Miracles.
She sat back and folded her hands. "Oh good! Tell me!"
I detailed my triumphs. "And the day isn't over yet!" I cried.
"You're breathing." she said.
Good enough.
If trouble comes in threes, then three miracles are enough for one day.
As I checked out my books, I told Cathy, the librarian, about my Day of Miracles.
She sat back and folded her hands. "Oh good! Tell me!"
I detailed my triumphs. "And the day isn't over yet!" I cried.
"You're breathing." she said.
Good enough.
If trouble comes in threes, then three miracles are enough for one day.
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17 comments:
Them's miracles, all right. How lovely!
Sounds like a great day to me. You'll have to let us know if that book is a good one. :)
Next time I forget my list at home...I'll remember, I'm not alone. My daughter works at a library...that helps in that department!
I love that such small things qualify as miracles. At this age, I've come to think so, too!
It was a day of big disasters and small miracles for sure. We all need those miracles in our lives.
On a different note, I understand totally why some people write their lists on their arms. But just the act of writing out a list helps me remember more.
They are indeed miracles. I've come to believe that miracles are where you find them.
Hilary, I will let you know. In the meantime, I'll recommend Scott M Morris' "Waiting for April." Just finished it and I ate it UP!
Wanda, having a daughter who works at a library is better than having a relative who gets a discount at an expensive store.
Olga . . . maybe next time I'll tape the paper list to my arm.
I usually remember my list, only to find that I can't decipher several of the items I've scribbled in.
Harlan Coben is one of my favorite writers.
Not normally overwhelmed by nostalgia , reading this I thought wistfully of life in the '60s in a little English village .
The local grocer's delivered the same supplies every week on the dot . The butcher delivered the same meat every week , the greengrocer delivered whatever was fresh and in season and remembered what one liked .
But , having said that , I'd rather take my chances and shop , without a list , these days when one can make exciting discoveries in little shops and experiment with new tastes ..... with the occasional risk of forgetting something .
( I'm glad someone else has geriatric lemons . I always buy too many !) .
Forgetting my store list puts me in a panic and then I can't remember anything. My Mother believed that when 3 good things happen in succession, you must do something nice for the person nearest you after the third happening. Am I the one nearest you??
It's good to acknowledge the small personal miracles in the face of global tragedies. Both are our reality.
Breathing ... nice. I also like your image of the lemons dried to golf balls. Got a few of those myself down in the bottom of the 'fridge!
Breathing is good. But what does a librarian know about it? Are they allowed to breathe?
One small shift to either side and it could have seemed like a 'bad' day. It's all in how we choose to view things and I'm so very glad to hear you opted for the positive.
Since returning to the clear-thinking air on the tundra I have concluded that the greatest miracles are found in the little things we take for granted everyday. In this case--having a car and the means to purchase readily available food. Being able not only to read but to write about what you've read. I know it sounds all Helen Steiner Rice-ish, but when you actually stop and think about what we take for granted on a daily basis....miracles really are all around us.
Thank you. It's really a relief to hear an intelligent woman having the (ahem) - lapses of memory that have me walking in circles some days.
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Loved this post and quote.Thanks for sharing it.
Thinking about little miracles is a great idea. It's another way of being positive about life. Keep on enjoying it!
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