Two boxes, belated holiday gifts from my sister, were waiting on my doorstep when I arrived home today. Emblazoned on the boxes: Swiss Colony.
Hmmm. Swiss Colony is not my idea of high-end (or even real) food, but hey…it’s the thought that counts, right?
I opened the larger box optimistically. It was chock full of processed cheese…and beef logs and summer sausage.
Hmmm again. Interesting gift for a vegetarian. Must repeat: It’s the thought that counts.
But it feels a little pointed. And a tad mean-spirited.
My ultra-conserative sister, in her better moods, simply makes fun of my liberal-leaning, make-love-not-war, tread-lightly ways. In her darker moods, she vehemently and vociferously complains about how “difficult” I am.
Hmmm. Just hmmm. That’s all.
I placed the open box on the dining room table so the kids can nosh if they want. As for me…I’ve settled in for the night with a cup of hot chai tea and my work friend’s truly delicious homemade cookies.
Ummm. Just ummm.
And my hmmm note-of-the-day from The Universe:
The speed with which any dream may be realized, [kimwolhee], is always a function of how small the miracles have to be in order not to freak out the dreamer.