Wednesday, March 28, 2012

A Place to Hang My Coat

"A few years' experience will convince us that those things which at the time they happened we regarded as our greatest misfortunes have proved our greatest blessings."
~George Mason

Dear Father Malone,

Thank you so much for the gift. As someone who rarely wins anything, I was thrilled to know my name had been called. So thrilled, in fact, that as I carried the box back to my table, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to have won something so sacred. How often does one actually win a "blessed wall hanging" for their home or office?

As I carried the big sacred box back to the table, I wondered where I’d hang such a large item that had been blessed by a priest and what it was that had been blessed. Everyone at my table was in awe of this large, sacred package I’d won; undoubtedly blessed by “the” Father Malone. “Is it a picture of Jesus that Father Malone blessed!?” they asked, “Or is it a crucifix?!”  

With pure excitement, I opened the box. It was not a framed picture of Jesus Christ, nor was it a crucifix. It was quite literally the word “blessed” carved out of wood; with coat hooks attached.

So while the gift itself was not literally sacred, it in many ways still remains as a sacred reminder of how blessed I am to have received the gift of community; and I now, needless to say, have a “sacred” place to hang my coat.

Thank you,

Friday, March 23, 2012

My Windshield Knows So Much; Too Bad the Pocket Dials Do Too

"One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least someone is listening."
~Franklin P. Jones

And in my case, the person I pocket dialed is listening too. Not to mention I can be rather expressive, and I don't have tinted windows, so I often draw the attention of other motorists and pedestrians; especially at stop lights.

I've learned the hard way to limit my dancing in the car because people tend to think I'm having some sort of medical emergency. But how much do you want to bet that my lame dance moves are going to be the next "robot" or "microwave" trend? I'll see you on the dance floor.

My windshield does indeed know so much. It knows what makes me laugh, it knows what makes me cry, and it knows that accidentally punching yourself in the face with the "office recieved" stamp while trying to change the date definitely leaves a mark. My windshield knows why I think people are punks, it knows the outline for my grad school papers, and that I can't seem to find the entrance to the gas station; when I really have to pee.

Needless to say, my windshield knows so much, and if you've ever been on the other end of a pocket dial, you probably know me better than I know myself. If you happen to know the outline for my most current research paper, can you please call me?  I couldn't write it down; I was driving.