A Miracle?

How in God's name did I end up with a bra in my hand? Whose is it, and where did it come from? No kidding, why in the hell is it draped from the fingers of my right hand as I go to hang the dog's leash back up in the pantry? I just walked two freakin' miles in November's cold drear with my dog and now I'm home. I open the back door, take off my coat, walk to the pantry with the leash in my hand, go to hang it up, ... and there it is, a set of dainty pink cups hanging from the fingers of my right hand, from absolutely nowhere! They're not the dog's, and they're not MINE! So how did they get there??? I'm seriously beginning to think MIRACLE here. Craziest thing I've ever seen...

And now perhaps the stupidest thing I've ever seen: while walking up at RPI (Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute) on my lunch hour yesterday, on yet another cold, gray November day, a group of young men are out on the common, hawking $2 shish-kabobs. A fundraiser of some sort. As I approach I hear some good-natured arguing about adding heat to the fire. One of the students, in an ardent and passionate move, bends down to HUG his hibachi to prove the point! Remember- RPI is a top-notch engineering school. They take only the best of the best from around the world. And yet, one of them sees skewered, sizzling meat come hot off the grill. He exchanges it for money with passersby... then bends low to hug his hibachi to make a point???

Yes, he burned his youthful face, and everyone laughed. Well, not me. I'm 47. I just shook my head and kept walking.