1. I was on my way to a writers’ club meeting this past Monday when the front right tire on my car went flat. It was one of the few times that I’ve had car trouble on the road – thank you, Sts. Christopher and Raphael! – and the very first time that I’ve had to deal with a flat tire. I might have managed to drive the 20 miles home on local roads, flat and all, but since my two youngest children were with me, I decided it would be better tavelingo try to repair or replace the tire before traveling. So pull over we did, into a gas station that had only one can of Fix a Flat left on the shelf. That one can was enough to get the tire in good enough shape to drive home at posted speeds. For someone with so little automotive know-how, patching up a flat tire counts as a success…even though all I did was follow directions on a can.
2. We’d been talking about it for months, and this past week we actually did it. My longtime friend and fellow writer Daria Sockey and I got together for a “writers’ retreat.” We met in a little town midway between our homes, booked a motel room, and hung out there to talk about writing, eat snack mix, and talk about writing. We also ate sundaes, talked about writing, walked a nature trail while talking about writing, visited a book store and a thrift shop, and made plans to meet again and talk about writing. It was a wonderful time, and now, I even get to write about it. Life is good.
3. Tacos, lasagna, sloppy Joes, and Spanish rice. That’s where some – not all – of the ground beef went. You know, those pounds of ground beef that I bought because they were so bloomin’ cheap that I couldn’t resist. When I first came home from the grocery store and dropped the equivalent of a whole cow on the kitchen cownter, I was feeling like a good steward. But five beefy meals later, I was feeling foolish. Does my success lie in having grabbed a good deal on ground beef? Or in having learned that too much of a good thing, even at a bargain price, is still too much of a good thing? I’d say it’s the latter.