A friend ordered a sweater online the other day. The guy who took her order had not been there long...or perhaps had failed his textiles class in college...or maybe came from a long line of knitters who felt superior.
He confirmed the order for the crocheted peplum but said crotchet like crotchit. My friend told her husband and they had a nice laugh.
A few nights later they went out to dinner. Dessert was offered so her husband asked about the texture of the mousse cake. The waiter told him it was delicious and densely cakey and then said "and it has a little mouse on it"
You say tomato I'll say tomato. You say mouse, I'll say mousse. Ha.Ha.
How do you not order the chocolate mousse cake after that? My friend and her husband laughed about the mouse and crotchit while they waited. Then the cake showed up!
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.