there is no point in cooking for just me, but when i do, there are leftovers. lots of leftovers. the thing with leftovers is that it helps to have a microwave.
i'm looking after a dog in a house that i've been in several times for at least 3 weeks (a week here and there). i've never seen a microwave, so i haven't cooked. soups and sandwiches get boring after a while.
a friend came for dinner last night, slightly taller than me...not much, but at least a couple inches. what does she find? the microwave. i saw it last night for the first time. it's one of those that rests 2-3 feet above the stove. it never occured to me to just look up.
why does this matter, and why am i even admitting this? it is kind of embarassing. however, it is one of those moments that illustrates how a moment, big or small, can transcend the moment itself. too many moments in one.
i associate that moment with god...with the church. how would that moment have affected you, and what in your life makes you perceive moments differently than me?
the teacher has a point: two are better than one, a cord of three strands is not easily broken.
it makes sense.
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