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it was a good day

From The Daily Post: today’s challenge is another Odd Trio prompt — write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.

I had every intention of following through with this fun challenge right up until I realized that I had a bunch of errands to run with my knight-in-shining-armor. As life happens, we took off on our adventures.

Somewhere along the way, we stopped for a beer at the local watering hole and watched antique car auctions because we lead an exciting life. And then, we went for ice cream to reward ourselves for existing, because nothing follows a beer like dairy, right?

Finally, we each dedicated ourselves to a different part of the kitchen. Me, to canning some strawberry preserves. He, to making some delicious bread on which to spread the strawberry preserves. Life is good, isn’t it?

Then I ate a piece of Tiramisu. Yummy! I was so sugar high that I tripped over my own flip flops on the way to the sink, and I realized, Holy cow! I can do the challenge after all. If only I knew someone old and wise.

Thwarted.

So instead, I turn to the wisdom I need:

Your word is a lamp for my feet,

a light for my path.

Psalm 119

Read the whole thing. It’s longish, but really, it’s chock full of wisdom.

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What alarm? Apparently I just sleep through them.

If ever I could make a case for getting an old school alarm clock with the obnoxious little hammers striking a loud bell, this is it. So I can have the satisfaction of crushing it and launching it across the room.

I do not know why, on my day off, the alarm is set for an odious six o’clock wake up. Well, I do, actually — so I can get up and write.

Right.

The truth is, I roll over and go back to sleep until the sun wakes me.

Except today. Today, my iPhone alarm, set to some terrible rhythmic tones, went off at the ill-advised time just as it’s supposed to do, and I slept right through it for 15 minutes. Fifteen minutes!

Instead of waking me, it made its way into my dream, which, for reasons I cannot fathom, was taking place in my church, during Mass. So naturally, the phone went off and I scrambled to turn it off. Don’t we all? But it wasn’t my phone, so I indulged a judgy moment of looking around. That was entertaining. I was sitting next to two Mormom missionaries, and behind a very large man with big hair who was annoyed at me. You know, the usual crowd at Mass.

It didn’t end there. The sacristan (this is of special note since we don’t, to my knowledge, have a sacristan in the traditional sense, and certainly not an appointed one like “the sacristan” implies.

Anyway, the sacristan exits the sacristy (what else?) waving a ringing phone that he then silences as a kind of demonstration.

Shortly after, bacon candy falls from heaven. I’m just going to note, this happened, and move back to the phone.

At that point, the ringing iPhone was making me crazy in the dream, so I left, running away from the ringing phone to the safety of my car. As soon as I started the car, the phone rings. Again. Finally, I answer it. It’s my former principal, calling to shoot the breeze.

At this point, I totally lose it in my dream and wake up to a moment of irritation as my senses process that the alarm is going off.

I am displeased. Immensely.

But look, I got up and wrote something!

And now, I’m going back to sleep.

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