Tipped off of the table, you watched as it started to fall. Glass popped, shattered and splattered
Robert Fulghum has an essay somewhere where he talks about small miracles. The little things we don't often properly appreciate. Things like the time you drop a glass and it bounces three times and doesn't break. Or the lady that rear-ends you, but doesn't damage either vehicle. When your deposit clears right before the check it has to cover. When the rain waits until you're safely home before just really letting rip. That sort of thing.
Last night, I couldn't sleep. I decide to punch something up on Hulu. I got a big glass of water, set it on the end table which I use as a coffee table. I start clearing off the the couch, so I'll have a place to sit/lie down. Clean laundry goes in the basket, dance bag goes on the...crap. I've just knocked my water glass off the table and...into the into the saucepan which had earlier held the spaghetti I had for dinner. The miracle is not that the glass didn't shatter. The glass shattered. The miracle is not that landing in the saucepan stopped it from making a mess. Turns out that dropping 24 ounces of water from 2 feet up into a 2 quart pan can throw a lot of rehydrated spaghetti sauce all over your floor. No, the miracle is that despite being barefoot at the time and wandering around the area barefoot many times since then, I've yet to cut myself or find any stray glass shards. So, here's hoping that all the glass really did stay in the pan and I'm not in for a rude awakening later in the week.
Last night, I couldn't sleep. I decide to punch something up on Hulu. I got a big glass of water, set it on the end table which I use as a coffee table. I start clearing off the the couch, so I'll have a place to sit/lie down. Clean laundry goes in the basket, dance bag goes on the...crap. I've just knocked my water glass off the table and...into the into the saucepan which had earlier held the spaghetti I had for dinner. The miracle is not that the glass didn't shatter. The glass shattered. The miracle is not that landing in the saucepan stopped it from making a mess. Turns out that dropping 24 ounces of water from 2 feet up into a 2 quart pan can throw a lot of rehydrated spaghetti sauce all over your floor. No, the miracle is that despite being barefoot at the time and wandering around the area barefoot many times since then, I've yet to cut myself or find any stray glass shards. So, here's hoping that all the glass really did stay in the pan and I'm not in for a rude awakening later in the week.