Yesterday, I did some entertaining at home and it gave me the perfect excuse to get back on top of the clutter and mess that was beginning to close in on me... and I mopped the floor. (If you've read this far, you're wondering where the story is, why I'm inconveniencing so many electrons to write about mopping, and you're looking at your watch-- it gets better, I promise!) One area in front of the refrigerator needed more scrubbing than the rest, but it felt good to have my floors back to their dinged, scuffed, snagged, fake-wood-laminate glory.
After leaving the ice cream out too long, I dropped it on the way to the freezer and all the runny, sticky vanilla yumminess splattered to the floor-- in front of the fridge. While wiping it up, I laughed at my clumsiness and how a carton of ice cream could possibly know that the floor was clean for the first time in a long time.
Now it's a Monday. Eggs sounded good for breakfast... they didn't sound so good as the carton slipped from my fingers and a half dozen splattered to their death-- on the floor in front of the fridge! As I raced the beat the egg-white-dash under the fridge, I had to laugh at Monday's irony-- I also had to cook more eggs than I had planned as they were cracked, but not shattered.
I think that will be my motto for today: cracked, but not destroyed. No use crying over spilled frozen milk or splattered eggs. I think that if we can continue to find the humor in such mundane calamities, then the REAL catastrophes will be easier to handle when they come along too.
So, to all of you a day behind us here in Korea, beware of Monday and get ready to giggle at the ironies... you might want to have a mop handy too!
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