I went walking by the lake today. Patchy sun and stormy clouds. Not a pelican in sight and only a few seagulls. Then I spotted it - a little (black?) duck all on its own. Where were the others? What about its mother? It was so small it wouldn't even have showed up on my little phone camera. And then it disappeared under the water. Oh no! Drowned, gone. Sniff!
It was minutes later that it bobbed up again. I watched this repeated several times. No pelican to remind me of the presence of the Divine. Just a little duck paddling and bobbing up and down. It's the sort of day where I feel a bit like I'm paddling all alone and in danger of sinking and never coming up again. Reckon we all have days like that. But the little duck wasn't swamped or overwhelmed. Just kept on keeping on. And then the sun shone.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Hunting and gathering
Is it part of a primeval urge or a product of being brought up by parents who experienced the Depression? Whenever we are in town I head off to the nearby shopping centre to see what I can find. Is there a bargain to be had, a special price on something or just products that don't appear in my small country supermarket.
For yes, it's the supermarket I head for, not the other shops on offer.
And today I was rewarded. After coffee (free, thanks to a coupon in my letter box) I wandered the supermarket aisles (that counts as exercise doesn't it?). I chatted to someone about the price of lemons (70 cents each) as I thought about the large bag I had brought with me from our backyard trees.
And then there it was - a leg of ham reduced to a ridiculous price. Just what I wanted to go with the turkey for my celebratory dinner with the family. Best before next Monday. Surely we'd be able to do our best if we shared it around. (Ignoring my daughter's comment that the large pack of toilet paper is not a bargain if I give half to her. Of course it is. A bargains a bargain........)
Feeding the family, finding what's, bagging a bargain. An age old instinct and I love it.
For yes, it's the supermarket I head for, not the other shops on offer.
And today I was rewarded. After coffee (free, thanks to a coupon in my letter box) I wandered the supermarket aisles (that counts as exercise doesn't it?). I chatted to someone about the price of lemons (70 cents each) as I thought about the large bag I had brought with me from our backyard trees.
And then there it was - a leg of ham reduced to a ridiculous price. Just what I wanted to go with the turkey for my celebratory dinner with the family. Best before next Monday. Surely we'd be able to do our best if we shared it around. (Ignoring my daughter's comment that the large pack of toilet paper is not a bargain if I give half to her. Of course it is. A bargains a bargain........)
Feeding the family, finding what's, bagging a bargain. An age old instinct and I love it.
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