diappointment disapator

a birthday canoe ride

First and foremost, I am very thankful tonight that I am not allergic to strawberries. Wow, they're yummy. I'm going to try to be quicker than the birds this year.
Speaking of being quick...I am not a quick blogger, sometimes I wonder why I would keep blogging since I no longer lead the exciting and treacherous life of a missionary. But then I think of things to write and someone encourages me and here I am, piecing thoughts together.

Part of the reason, actually, that it's so hard to write is that there are so many things to write about. From the very mundane fact that I cannot figure out if I"m hot or cold in my basement apartment and go from tanktops to sweaters, barefeet to fuzzy socks, to the deep reflections of a priest who passed away suddenly on Good Friday. I could write about the fact I'm now beginning my thirtieth year of life, or that I ached for my mother on Mother's day.
I hope I"ll return to these topics. But mostly I want to share this funny little realization I came to a week ago... facial tissues are for everyone.

I was a visitor to a Sunday School class that met in a school building that was not even that church's. I was recovering from a heavy sinus drainage issue and had the optimism to think that I was over it and thus did not stuff my pockets or my purse with tissues. I was not over it, and while sitting there, could feel a sneeze about to emerge. I glanced around the room quickly and sure enough, there was a box of Puffs--quality tissues. And it struck me then and there that though I had no idea who purchased those Puffs and knew that they were not purchased for me, I had an unspoken right to take one if my nose was going to explode (luckily it did not). There are few things in our society that are okay to do this with.

If humanity ever begins to disappoint me, this I shall remember--Kleenexes are for everyone.