I am in a shroud of mystery these days.
It’s either mystery or my stupidity ( I prefer the former) but what do you make of these?
- Every night around eleven o’clock a truck with a flashing light comes up and down our street spraying something into the air. It makes a wishshshing and woshshshing sound as it goes about this business. Then it disappears due west.
- The weeds in our gutter are dying. Weeds in gutters do not die. They are immortal. Did someone spray my weeds when I wasn’t looking? And if so, should I be grateful or embarrassed?
- When I change our bed linens I always notice stains the color of a blue Popsicle. Sometimes it is on the pillow cases, sometimes the top sheet, sometimes the fitted sheet (but oddly not the bed skirt . . .) The stain appears on various sheets with differing thread count. And for the record, my husband and I have never, ever enjoyed a blue Popsicle in bed. Orange? Yes. Twice.
- I have made three peach cobblers in July. One was okay. The second one was too dry. The third one came out of the oven just perfect. Giving it time to cool before ingestion, we went for a walk. Upon our return the entire cobbler had turned the color of ripe seaweed. Yes, I said RIPE seaweed.
- I watched (and loved) Anne of Green Gables last night on the KBYU telethon. Today when I met up with a friend she told me that she had never seen the series. Did you just read what I wrote? Never seen the Anne of Green Gables series! Simply put, I learned the very art of emotion from Anne Shirley. Where else would someone learn it? This is a very serious mystery.
- I ate spinach ravioli today with orange plastic chop sticks. This action brought out a new flavor I’ve never before tasted when using a fork.
- Everytime I commence writing my Segullah post on Tuesday nights I am seized upon by a force of insecurity. I sweat. My heart pounds. I am suddenly ADHD. I play with my hair a lot. After I am done posting I usually desire a over-stuffed burrito in my belly.
Any more perplexities and you’ll think I am making this junk up.
Is it true, does God really work in mysterious ways?
(Get that burrito ready.)