Somehow butter slips off a dish, then
the dish slips out of my hand and shatters
into tiny pieces mixed with butter on the floor.
If a neighbor knocked at my door right now
to ask if I needed some help,
I would instantly believe in miracles.
Look at it this way, my younger son would say,
at least you didn’t fall.
It’s true, I didn’t.
And when you think about it,
isn’t it a miracle that the universe
bothered to exist at all?
It probably wasn’t for you,
but here you are,
and you can enjoy things like
Baker’s unsweetened chocolate baking squares
made into a sauce –
the recipe’s on the side of the box.
If you don’t drive anymore,
which is a drag,
that sauce is a great morale booster.
And those grabbers they give you at rehab
are pretty good for picking things up –
but not butter.
– Lynne MacDonald
