I was in the grocery store checkout line.
“$1.05,” said the cashier.
I handed him a twenty. I was about to search for a nickel, when ka-ching! Coins raced, clinking through the chute to the little tray.
I counted. I recounted. I had done the math. I had a dispute with the machine’s compute. I had been shortchanged.
What does it say about the world if even a machine can’t be counted on to give the correct amount?
Change is needed.
This year I received eight calendars in the mail. Eight for 2018. I’m keeping two, including one from my delightful pen pal. You do the math–that leaves six. I have a calendar conundrum, and my New Year’s Resolution is to figure out what to do with my many calendars. Anyone feeling calendar-deprived? I am willing to share my calendar wealth. Or if you have other bright ideas, please drop me a line or a date to insert into my calendar. Happy New Year!
Today was International Pretzel Day. I found out when I went to an event that had a reception. I had heard there would be snacks. Snacks, in my mind, refer to a variety of yummy appetizers. The snacks tonight were pretzels. They were larger than my hand, soft, with sprinkled salt. The salt looked like small pieces of hail. There were three bowls of mustard–honey mustard, yellow mustard, and spicy brown mustard. The first pretzel was warm. I love fresh baked pretzels. I put dabs of spicy brown mustard on it. The pretzels looked very pretty hanging from the pretzel rack. They looked like they were doing gymnastics. They specialized in the twist. I’m sure they would have won a gold medal or two. Speaking of two, I had a couple more. They were cool. And salty. Incidentally, my favorite kind of pretzel is the Pennsylvania Dutch Pretzel. Crunchy and delicious. Tonight I ate three soft pretzels in honor of International Pretzel Day (and also because I was hungry).
Happy International Pretzel Day!!