Coincidentally, that's about the time it takes to stagger over, grind, prime, start, and sip the the Elixir of Knowledge.
This morning I tried to do things before the Brewing.
Yeah.
Oops.
I open the fridge to make my work-lunch. In my pre-Elixir stupor, I grab the bag of grapes squatting behind the plastic boxes of strawberries and mushrooms.
I drag it to the edge of the shelf.
I shoulda stopped there.
I give a final tug on the bag, tipping the top over the edge while the bottom is grabbed by the strawberry and mushroom boxes.
They obviously don't want their friends to leave.
The top of the bag has that chintzy seal-lock that only works once. The bag splays open and a surprisingly large group of individual grapes take up skydiving.
Little suckers roll really well.
And far.
No coffee.
Down on my hands and knees, herding grapes.
And it's Monday.
Yeah. Gonna be a great day. Week. Month. Year. Life.
I collect the Chilean orbs, get 'em back in the bag, and then make a half-hearted attempt to seal the bag with the chintzy seal-lock.
It starts, then goes off track. Two attempts are all I have the patience for.
I flip the grape bag over the strawberry boxes and shut the fridge door quickly to thwart any more skydiving.
Good luck to whoever opens the fridge door next.
Thoughts are muttering in my head while making the Elixir.
Stupid grapes.
Stupid healthy eating.
It's about 15 minutes after the grape rolling event. I have a cup of the Elixir, I'm in my Chair, and the eastern sky is glowing with the promise of a clear day.
A lousy, new day. Week. Month...
I'm still in a funk.
Stupid grapes.
Stupid bag.
Stupid seal.
A swig of the hot Elixir gently slaps me across my self-righteous attitude of disgusting pity.
Whoa.
I'm just like that chintzy seal.
When He pulls on my life, moving me out of that comfortable shelf, I panic. I don't hold onto Him.
I freak out.
It's like those ZipLock seals where the yellow and blue make the green line thingy.
But I turn yellow and chicken out.
I don't grab onto Him.
I do my own thing.
I'll do something, even if it's wrong.
I got this.
And I don't have it.
At all.
And there's a mess.
So I'm stuck on the same shelf while my grapes of mess are taken care of by His grace and mercy.
Until He gently tugs on me again, moving me to a new shelf, a new place in my life.
Yeah.
Yellow grabbing Blue makes Green.
For sure.
I definitely gotta get a grip next time.