Sometimes it's the little things that will send me into a fit of laughter. Like today, for example, when I was reading through one of my student's applications that read something like, "I am very excited about studying in Whales, England." I'm confident that if my Jonah student doesn't sort it out before she goes, a kind Welsh person will inform her that Wales is neither a tribute to a giant sea mammal nor in England. But she was close, I suppose, on both counts.
Sometimes the little things make me want to kick a cat. Like yesterday when I not only put a giant dent in the car I bought a week ago by trying to avoid hitting a baby carriage, but missed crossing the Hudson River Rail Bridge for the first time by 10 minutes. It's a little thing though.
On occasion, the little coincidences that pepper my day or week seem to create arrows pointing to who knows where, but they're still pointing. Like this past Saturday when I was doing a bit of gardening and came across an old metal toy airplane. Glenn said he dug it up last year and it must be from the 1950's. It made me think of my dad. I turned it over in my hand and inspected it. It was well made, not like the plastic riff raff filling up our houses and landfills now a days. Then I noticed the print on the side, "Made in the USA. Lancaster, PA." Huh. What a funny little coincidence.
Here's to musing on the little things... and what of you?
1 comment:
I have no cleverness with which to answer your closing question, however, I have been thinking of you this week and wanting to see how your new life and job is developing. I'll have some time on a bus in two days and I'll try to squeeze in a catch up call. Love you!
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