What followed the unfiltered, say-anything phase was a lot of quiet staring. And that would be why I haven’t blogged. I logged on to the little page where I blog and then I quietly stared. And that doesn’t translate well. Quiet staring is like that.
It’s not a depressed Quiet Staring place. Not at all. More contemplative than anything.
(how do y’all say that? I’m an ‘emphasis on the 2nd syllable’ type, myself.)
My friend and I were having breakfast burritos the other day – as we do every Tuesday morning during the school year – and we were both in a highly contemplative place. She’d leaned across the table, lowered her voice, and pointed out the obvious. “You and I have proven ourselves to be highly… naive.”
It cracked me up. It was so pathetically true. And an understatement. And then we did some Communal Quiet Staring. I quietly stared at my burrito, which was almost gone, and my friend leaned over and stared at it with me. She sighed and then said, “Yeah. I had a hair in mine today, too.”
It was straight, black, and about two inches long.
We looked at it together.
Two friends, contemplating the hair in the burrito.
“You know, it just doesn’t bother me. I think it’s because we’re like family here.”
“Exactly. I pretty much know who that hair came from, and that matters.”
“They know our NAMES. They know what burritos we want before we order them.”
“My hair was smaller than that, but really, what’s a couple of hairs among family?”
Really, we just had bigger problems in life than hairy burritos. And there wasn’t any energy at all left over to care about such a minor detail. So we didn’t.
Last night mom and I went to Jason’s deli and then on to a wonderful Jesus-y ballet thing. Mom usually gets the salad bar. (At Jason’s. Not at Jesus-y ballet things.) I told her that overlooking the hair in the burrito (which, when I told her, she did NOT get) was a lot like the time she had overlooked the LADYBUG in her salad at jason’s deli. Which, I admit, I did NOT get. It’s a WHOLE, DEAD BUG. Red and cute or not, that was a corpse. She picked it off, showed the manager, ate the rest of the salad, and happily exchanged her dead ladybug for a free strawberry shortcake.
She disagreed. Her ladybug was more ‘natural’ than the hair in my burrito. I said that depended strongly on the amount of hair product used by the burrito guy.
There were no hairs in the zucchini grillinis we ordered last night at jason’s. (love those!) Actually, i really don’t know that for sure. If there were, we ate them. That would more accurate.
I kinda love ballet. And Jesus. Not in that order. So a Saturday night featuring both was AWESOME. It was really, really well done. that’s all I’ll say though. I’m still being all contemplative about it.
I have the two year olds this morning at church. No time for quiet staring. It’ll be a fun ride.
Have a wonderful day, y’all!