NORMAN — Life is filled with little lessons. When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I learned that no matter how cool I thought I was on roller skates, there was no way that gravity was going to help me as I pushed myself off a door jam.
Prior to falling flat on my back, I thought that I would fly across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. I also remember wishing that our kitchen was a bit bigger so that midway though my acrobatic moves, I would be able to pull off a fancy figure eight. Imagine how painful that life lesson was to learn.
There have been several other lessons the universe has taught me over the years, many of which are just down right embarrassing and involve bad decisions. And many of them, I’m surprised it took me so long to figure out.
One lesson I struggle with daily is that things don’t always go the way we had planned. Thanksgiving week, for example, I had anticipated a quiet dinner with my husband. He was going to cook the turkey, and I was going to supervise. It’s been our tradition for several years.
But a diagnosis of a blood clot in the cook’s leg three days before Thanksgiving kind of rearranged all of that.
We still had the turkey, although it was cooked by me and it was all done with no supervision. We cook our bird on the propane grill. I’ve mentioned Ruby before. And before the husband was placed on bed rest for five days, Ruby was off limits to anyone else.
The only time I had contact with Ruby is the time I moved her across the patio for a little spring cleaning. I’m happy to report, through the powers of modern technology, my husband and I were able to communicate via Skype, and the grilling was a success.