It’s a rare week when I don’t use all 60,000 of my allotted words. Ask Calvin.
Here are two conversation snippets from my week:
Ande said, “Mom, you love a good conspiracy.”
I replied, “No, I don’t.” Conspiracy sounds like it could be suspicious gossip’s kissing cousin.
Ande said, “Oh yes you do.”
I said, “No. I just wonder at history when it repeats itself and marvel when prophecies are fulfilled.” I do believe, however, that Satan is alive and well and conspires for the hearts and minds of men.
It was a short conversation, but it has made me think for several days. What qualifies as a conspiracy?
And with that thought, I heard the movie The Conspirator was really good, and you know how I love Abraham
Our internet went down last Friday night. You know how frustrating that can be even though it’s neither a life nor death situation. Saturday afternoon, I finally got a hold of Bob. Bob installed our internet nearly thirteen years ago. Because we live in a dip surrounded by trees, Bob had to come out fairly frequently at first until we could continuously reach the satellite signal. Sometimes the problems were big like no signal coming from the tower, other times it was because the trees or haystack blocked the signal, and once it was because I cut the cable with the lawnmower. However, other times the problems were small like when I unknowingly unplugged the internet wire from the wall while vacuuming. No matter the size of the problem, Bob has come and fixed it with a smile, a little laugh, and an “It’s okay. Glad I could fix it.”
Bob has worked his way up the company now until he is very important. We haven’t seen him for a couple of years, but Saturday (Easter weekend) Bob was on call. It took him two minutes to find out our problem. Once again I’d accidently hit the plug with the vacuum and knocked it out. I apologized profusely. I felt stupid I’d pulled him away from his family and projects on a holiday weekend.
teased me, Calvin teased me, but Bob just smiled, laughed a little, and said he was glad it was a simple fix. By the time he left, he’d made me almost feel like I’d done him a favor. He’s that kind of nice. Calvin, however, said I owed Bob a pan of cinnamon rolls for his trouble, so I made a batch and Calvin took them to him. I got this e-mail in return: Cali
go ahead and unplug the internet anytime. The Cinimon Rolls are worth it.
What's a conversation snippet from your week? (I think conversations are usually the best parts of a book, and am excited to read what yours are.)