Sticky Situation

Yesterday, temptation called out to me as I tried to pass by a basket of treats in the volunteer office. Just try and say the word “Carmello” and resist the desire to sink your teeth into chocolate sweetness. So I grabbed the bar and slipped it into my pocket and headed to the parking deck to find my car on the sixth level, and I am always jubilant to find my car these days. While waiting seven cars deep to pay and exit, the Carmello called again and said, “Now is a good time to snack”, so I unwrapped it. The Carmel was oozing out of the squares like golden honey. I ate a square and the stickiness was all over my fingers, and then my whole hand as I tried to unwrap it. Then it was was on my parking ticket and steering wheel. Licking it off did not work, Kleenex did not work. Where are the handy wipes when you need them? My mother always had some in her purse that we called the “black hole”. Somehow I managed to get home before my hands adhered to the steering wheel. Forget about the postoffice, bank, and gas station for now. I looked like Charlie Chaplin trying to remove flypaper when I threw the Carmello wrapper and Kleenex in the trash. Then I grabbed a wash cloth to clean up my mess. This reminded me that we can get ourselves into sticky situations with our words as well. That too can be a mess that is difficult to clean up. Talking about our dealings with other people can paint a messy picture; using a wrong word can deeply offend someone ( and beleive me, I am the queen of malapropism, so I know I have done it). Sending a text or Facebook comment can rub people the wrong way and create a sticky mess that is hard to clean up. In this case asking for forgiveness is the only option. Any thing else would be like Kleenex sticking to our gooey hands. So the lesson is to choose our words wisely, resist the temptation to enter a messy endeavor, and prepare to properly clean up the mistakes. Pass the wet wipes please.

Wrap It Up

Yesterday, I went into my refrigerator hoping to find something that would inspire a creative and delicious dinner. I now keep a rainbow assortment of vegetables and fruits and try to consume them within a week before the nutrient value is gone. There is also twenty to thirty bottles of jellies, mustards, sauces, pickles, and other condiments in there that take years to finish. My mother had a whole drawer filled with condiment packettes that she collected from dining out- I have not yet become that frugal. I don’t like to waste things, so eventually I find a use for everything unless it starts growing an unidentifiable culture. All mothers are guilty of science experiments in their refrigerator except for the rare ones that never keep left-overs. Well, I grabbed the bowl of chic peas that I was remiss to cover in plastic wrap. Did you know they dehydrate into small hard pellets that could be used for ammunition? I was afraid to even try them in my Vitamix. There has been considerable debate in our house about proper storage of left over food. My husband prefers everything to be in nice little plastic containers with lids. Now picture the flying lids as I search for one from our collection of a hundred that will fit the container I just filled. I like good old Saran Wrap, but that prevents stacking the leftovers for maximum space usage. I didn’t cover the chic peas because I was certain I would use them the next day; which I didn’t. What is my lesson? Yes, listen to my husband of course, but aslo to take the time to preserve the things we value. How do we wrap the people we love to protect them from outside corruption or from withering into a small hardened pellet? How do we wrap ourselves? I have thought about winding Saran Wrap around my body after seeing “Fried Green Tomatoes”, but seriously, our clothing alone cannot protect us. We have to wrap our minds with the word of God to be ready for the barrage of sights and sounds that we will encounter everyday. I did toss the dehydrated chick peas and used the rest for my cream of broccoli soup. It was delicious. I still need to take more time to protect my food, my mind, my family and friends. I will start with prayer- it’s a wrap!