A pan of homemade bread sticks sits in my refrigerator. Closer to lunch time, I’ll take them out, let them rise about half an hour, and bake them. They should go well with homemade lasagna. Since this was my first time to attempt bread sticks, I have my fingers crossed. If they turn out delicious, I’ll make a picture and post it. If not–well, least said, soonest mended.
The dresses and aprons my grandmother made (I know I’m abruptly changing subjects, but my thoughts are scattered this morning) always had pockets. Pockets are handy things. Interesting stuff resides there. In my grandmother’s pocket was a handkerchief (or maybe it was tucked within a roll in her sleeve) and a tiny pen knife, and, usually, a small tin of snuff. What else was there? Only my grandmother knew, but you can bet it was something she’d need some time during the day.
Maybe in that pocket was a piece of candy or something for a child when he fell and skinned his knee. Maybe it was a recipe she had torn from a newspaper and planned to use later.
Sometimes, when I wake of a morning, I could use an apron pocket with a bit of wisdom tucked in, answers to hard problems, comfort for old wounds, a pinch of hope and a handful of sunshine. What a wonderful way to start the day, with help from my grandmother’s pocket.
The only thing better than driving through rain is driving through rain with my family on board (as long as I’m not the one doing the driving.) We got out in a downpour yesterday, determined to find a restaurant and have lunch. It seemed that most other people had the same idea. The Village Inn was jam packed as we splashed by the first time, but when our search took us on a U-turn later, we found a parking place. A day brightener–eating with the rain pouring outside and warmth and family with lively chatter inside.
So there, I’ve run the gamut from bread sticks to pockets to a downpour. Whatever your day holds, may it be pleasant, comforting, and healing and if you encounter any mysteries along the way, I hope they are only cozy ones, the kind that bring a smile and a feeling of being glad that you’ve been there.
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