Unlikely Sources of Conviction

Tuesday  in mid-afternoon  Mystie

Last week I pulled a chocolate out of the drawer for a little mid-afternoon refreshment. Inside the wrapper, this little “promise” jarred me:

“Bring your life to life. Stop planning, start doing.”

I consoled myself by griping about the comma splice.

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Today I announced to the boys that Grandma wanted to take them to the grocery store in a little bit.

“Oh, Mom!” cried Hans, “I will! I am the goodest bagger. I can bag groceries better than a payer [cashier]!”

“Good,” I said absent-mindedly as I moved the laundry.

“Well, Mom,” chided Hans, “Just make sure you do a good job on your work while we’re gone and don’t mess around reading blogs.”

I consoled myself by reminding Hans that he is not allowed to speak to me in imperatives. No, I didn’t actually say imperatives. And I didn’t say, “You’re not the boss of me,” though that is what I was thinking.

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