Life is good. That’s what one of my favorite coffee cups says.
And what could be better than freshly ground and brewed Starbucks, my pajamas and the morning newspaper.
Aaah ... life was good.
Never miss a local story.
“Ptooey!” I gagged as I sprayed the comics with a mouthful of steaming coffee.
“What the heck!” my husband, Bill, shouted from his recliner. “I haven’t read that section yet!”
Excuse me. But from what I could see, he had enough entertainment already.
“I almost swallowed something!” I babbled as I raced to clean up Peanuts, Dilbert and Garfield, the offending bug soaking into the print.
I looked at the blob closely.
“Eeuw! It’s a fly!! I almost swallowed a fly!”
“Hey,” Bill said. “Just like the old woman who swallowed a fly in one of the grandkids’ book. Now, you have something to write in your blog.”
He was right. (And I think I’m going to quit praying for ideas.)
The tale of There Was an Old Lady that Swallowed a Fly goes like this: “There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. I don’t know why she swallowed that fly, perhaps she’ll die.”
But she didn’t and went on to swallow a spider, a bird, a cat, a dog, a goat and a cow. We can only marvel how. But finally ...
“There was an old lady that swallowed a horse. She’s dead, of course.”
So I guess in retrospect, my fly incident wasn’t all that bad.
But some days it’s easy to focus on the “fly in the ointment” -- stuck in rush hour traffic, an unexpected bill, delicate laundry dried on high heat -- and feel like the whole day is ruined.
Things could always be much worse.
I could swallow a horse but then I’d be dead, of course.
Yes. Life is good.