when you do something more frequently, you’re more likely to have an accident.
or, if you’re cooking in the kitchen more with sharp utensils, you’re more likely to slice your thumb. with a *really* sharp knife. because you recently sharpened it. because you’re in the kitchen more… cutting apples for a baked apple crumble sort of thing (because you just went to the farmer’s market).
my first thought was: wow. that sliced through pretty deeply.
2nd thought: whoa. i cut myself.
3rd thought: should i take photos to post on the blog?
4th thought: there’s a lot of blood – hurry, stop thinking about photographs – make it clot!
so, unfortunately, you have no photos. but while holding my arm over my head trying to make the bleeding cease this weekend, i thought about ian’s post a few years ago (recently mentioned by miss lisa how odd is that??! ian, your layman’s finger infection certainly made an impression)
so i’m happy to report that 7 bandaids later, my thumb is in the process of healing. edges of skin are together. healing underway. no stitches necessary.
~.~.~.~ the food thing is going ok – sauteed some swiss chard, added sunflower seeds, the last bit of my mexican-flavored tofu/beef, cheese, salsa, remnants of tortilla chips, and an avocado for dinner. was really hungry, but didn’t eat but 1/2 of it. so there’s another 1/2 for lunch tomorrow. finished dinner off with the baked apple dish from the epic thumb-knife-flesh-slice incident.
tried a new church this weekend. didn’t get up the nerve to make a decision until I was already going to be 15 minutes late…but i rationalized that by 1) not having to do the awkward new person thing; walk in after it started and 2) i could make up some of the time by driving really *really* quickly on the highway. i was almost outside of myself as I was getting ready…luckily i didn’t get in the way and stop myself from going. it was a very nice service, i was comfortable, the people were nice but not too intense (although, for some people it may have been). talked to a nice couple after the service, they were very engaging and solicitious, but not in a weird way. before we left the conversation, the husband asked if they could pray for me. i said yes. it was really nice. and then they asked if i’d like to meet the pastor? i said no thanks, if i run into him on the way out i’ll say hello, but don’t track him down on my account. then i turned to leave… and as i was walking toward the back to exit the church, he was hurrying toward the exit from the opposite direction – to intercept my path. we had a nice conversation – i didn’t get any of the yucky vibes i’ve gotten when i’ve gone to churches in the past. and apparently in this church it’s ok to be a single woman – they don’t treat you like a pariah. the pastor’s granddaughter came up while we were talking, and he picked her up & they cuddled – she’s 3, and showed me her coloring page (a little drawing with sheep and a shepherd). i wonder, sometimes, about people’s spiritual gifts. because i wonder if the pastor was able to see something about me or my life through his gift. because during the sermon (which was about love, being lovable, finding love thorough our relationship with G-D… many of the things i’ve recently been wrestling with) he looked directly at me multiple times while preaching. now, this could have been because i was new. or he saw me enter after the service started. or perhaps it was the bright green vest i wore to keep warm in the cool weather… or perhaps it’s because he could see something. or maybe he’s just friendly. yah…we’ll go with that. he’s just friendly.
so all in all, it was a positive experience, and i’m actually looking forward to going again next weekend. i’m gonna plan to get there early for the ‘coffee hour’ that starts 15 minutes before the service… or 25 – 30 minutes before. whatever.