The Never Normal

what is a miracle?

i can give you an example, because one happened to me today. laugh if you want and call me crazy, but i cry miracle nonetheless:

andy finally was able to sleep this morning and went into the bedroom about 10am to crash — i figured he’d be in there sleeping all day and all night, since he hadn’t slept in 3 days. anyway, i took care of jonah all morning and then put him down for his nap …

when jonah woke up, i got him and sat on the couch and he fell asleep on me. then along comes sugar and she curls up in my lap purring. time goes by. i watch tv and a commercial comes on for candy and i remember that i have a hershey’s bar – my favorite: king size, with almonds – but it’s in the kitchen and i can’t get up to get it and the only other person in the house is andy and he’s asleep in the bedroom.

i begin to obsess about the chocolate bar. i consider telekinesis. if i want the candy bar badly enough, the candy bar will come to me. if i just concentrate, pull the candy bar with my mind, i can have it. i suppose it will come floating to me, nice and slow, which would scare the crap out of me. i’d scream and jump, waking up jonah and scattering sugar to the floor.

hell, no matter how it comes to me, i’m going to freak. i need a miracle that isn’t so, well, miraculous, i guess. maybe i could just find a candy bar, on the little shelf behind the couch or within arm’s reach somehow. i twist my head all around but there’s no candy bar. damn.

maybe all this miracle crap really is bullshit, i think.

just at that moment, if you will believe me, andy opens the door to the bedroom and comes trudging sleepily toward me. after inquiring about his health and well-being, i kindly ask him to hand me my candy bar in the kitchen. voila!

in seconds i have my beloved chocolate, and i haven’t moved a muscle to get it.

i call that a miracle!

YUM