“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
First, I heard the shriek, and then I saw the woman drop to her knees in the parking lot. Worried that the stranger next to me was having a heart attack, I stopped loading my groceries into the back of my car and began to move toward her.
“Oh, Lord! My potatoes!” she yelled as she tried to close up the ripped end of a 25 pound bag of russets that had unceremoniously gone splat! behind her car. When she saw me, she sighed and said, “Wouldn’t it have been something to see an old lady chasing her potatoes all over the parking lot?” We agreed that shopping for Thanksgiving dinner isn’t for sissies. It’s a lot of work.
I had just spent the morning looking for coconuts. Not “coconut” as in the dry, flaky, stuff that comes in a plastic bag. Nope. We’re talking brown, hairy, actual coconuts. The dear one coming from Chicago for Thanksgiving requested a pie that requires four cups of fresh coconut meat. He could not have known that finding a coconut in northern Minnesota in November is about as likely as seeing a parrot at the bird feeder or a cheetah under a deer stand. However, as luck would have it, I did bag what I can only assume are the only four coconuts in all of Itasca county. So, there you go. Anything’s possible.
Life is a numbers game. For another year, we’ve beaten the odds and are adding, rather than subtracting, family members. That is a blessing never to be taken for granted in any family. They will gather around our table. There will be pies.
One will be full of fresh coconut.
One Reply to “The odds”
Wonderful! Happy Thanksgiving! Love you all!
On Sun, Nov 18, 2018 at 10:12 PM The Loon Whisperer wrote:
> The Loonwhisperer posted: ““We can only be said to be alive in those > moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” -Thornton Wilder > First, I heard the shriek, and then I saw the woman drop to her knees in > the parking lot. Worried that the stranger next to me was having a” >