Flour at my Door


My friend, Linda, and I put together a shopping list on the morning after we arrived at our condo.  It’s our yearly pilgrimage to Navarre Florida, where we write, critique each other’s drafts, soak in the beauty of our favorite place on earth and do a thorough catch up on the year past.

We have our menu and our groceries down to a science after years of practice.  This year I told her I’d make biscuits and gravy, so we added a can of  Grands refrigerated biscuits, milk and some Jimmy Dean sausage to the list. The grocery store is only a few minutes away, but we like to veg out if we feel like it. That means minimizing our trips across the bridge to get supplies. There is a Tom Thumb convenience store on the island for emergency needs, but even that requires us to change out of our swim suits or pj’s (the proper dress code for our vacations.)

We schlepped our bags up to the sixteenth floor and started putting our groceries away. I realized, we had no flour. Blast, that meant a trip to Tom Thumb’s before breakfast the next day.

That morning, we decided we’d settle for toast and coffee so we could get down to the beach first thing.  While we were organizing for the day, someone knocked on our door and Linda looked at me across the room. “Who could that be?”

I shrugged and watched while she answered the door.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I thought this unit was empty.”

“That’s okay. Did you need something?”

“I was just going to borrow some salt for my hamburger.” She was one of the ladies from maintenance sweeping the breezeway.

“Here’s some salt, help yourself.” Linda said.

“Thank you so much.”

“No problem.”

“Do you know where we could get just a small amount of flour? We need less than a half cup.” I explained our dilemma.

“Sure, I know a really nice lady who lives here year round. I’ll be right back.”

Her second knock brought a cup of flour right to our door. I suppose you could call that luck, or coincidence or whatever you want. I think of it as a tiny hidden treasure along the path, a blessing on the journey.






Proverbs – The Book of Bumper Sticker Wisdom.

proverbs1I’ve been reading the wise words of King Solomon lately. I assume they are his words since he wrote most of Proverbs. With apologies to Agur and King Lemuel, who wrote the last couple, and  help from The Living Bible paraphrased, I’m pretty impressed with him.

How few words he needed to express some seriously good advice. It occurred to me he dispensed common sense that would fit on a bumper sticker.

“Truth stands the test of time; lies are soon exposed.”

“The good man’s life is full of light.The sinner’s road is dark and gloomy.”

“Pride leads to arguments, be humble, take advice and become wise.”

“An unreliable messenger can cause a lot of trouble. Reliable communication permits progress.”

“Be with wise men and become wise. Be with evil men and become evil.”

“A relaxed attitude lengthens a man’s life, jealousy rots it away.”

“Work brings profit, talk brings poverty.”

You get the idea. How interesting that such ancient wisdom still rings true today. I wonder why humankind has to learn things over and over?