There is a cute little café, caterer not too far from us where we sometimes walk for lunch. It has just a few tables inside and a picnic table outside. With very reasonable prices, a quaint atmosphere and outstanding food it has to be the best deal in town. Another perk is that the people all tend to talk to each other among the tables and the two women who run it join in too, so there is a World Café atmosphere.
Today Lennon was a little antsy and my son told him to take a breath and relax. About the same time one of the owners stepped up and asked him how he was doing. Without batting an eye, my four year old grandson looked up at her and quietly said, “Help. Help. I’m being oppressed.” I nearly died, laughing that is. I’m not sure if he even understands what that means, but he surely came up with it in exactly the right place!
I saw part of a television show where some woman was a compulsive shopper, filling her house with very expensive clothes and shoes, some that cost $700! They couldn’t walk through the place anymore, which was the topic for the program. It annoyed me, but perhaps that is because I am the flip side of that problem. I am more likely to give things away too soon and then discover I do need them.
I also saw an advertisement about God and I thought, it’s not God I have a problem with. It’s the people who claim to represent him.
Lots of thoughts in my head tonight, but I’m not getting any work done. More work, less thinking. Time to put the ego to bed.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment