Sometimes I get caught in the trap of falling into a routine and not really appreciating or even forgetting the situations I find myself in each day. I forget things like the time we went over to the Sisters’ House for breakfast. As someone’s toast burnt in the toaster and a dark smoke came out of the toaster, Brother Ralph said dryly, “We still have no pope.” I forget things like our completely non-traditional Thanksgiving, when we had a massive snowball fight – adults (6) versus kids (15+) outside Kids Kabin and then had omelets and bacon for Thanksgiving dinner. I forget the conversations I have with asylum seekers who say ridiculous things like “You’re more American than Obama.” I forget carrying a 20 pound turkey in my backpack on the way home from the grocery store. I forget about how we snuck added weight into our young volunteers’ backpacks when we went on a 4 mile hike through ankle deep mud along Hadrian’s Wall and an old Roman fort. I forget how a small child at Kids Kabin guessed that I was 94 years old. I forget how weather forecasters consider 1-2 inches of snow to be “significant.” I forget the time my bicycle pedal fell off while I was riding it across the street and was then hit by the next oncoming car. I forget the giant decorative deer in the mall that looks like it pooped out a gnome. Long story short, I need to consciously take a step back to appreciate all the ridiculously funny things that happen every day.
The time a deer pooped a gnome
