all squeally on the homefront
So Andy and I had a lovely evening out on Saturday, a much-needed “date night.” We’d been planning it for a few weeks. The Philadelphia Museum of Art was wrapping up their exhibition of the Gee’s Bend quilts (which were fabulous, incidentally, but a whole different story…), and I desperately wanted to see it. More on that later!
Following the art museum, we had a lovely dinner at our favorite Philadelphia restaurant, Rembrandts (in the Fairmount district), where I learned to rank French onion soup as my third favorite food, after masaman (#1), and bagels with cream cheese (#2).
Back at home, we were well fed and happy. I was wearing a cozy sweater and placidly plugging away at a crossword puzzle. Andy was half-watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” on TV. The room was lit entirely by our Christmas tree and garlands.
There was a rustle, a snap, a further unearthly rustling, and a mad psychotic squealing. That didn’t stop. We jumped about six feet off the sofa before squirming down into the pillows to try to ignore the reality for just a few more seconds.
About 30 minutes or an hour later, after the squeaking had finally stopped (I’ve never actually listened to any creature die before in my life and I wouldn’t have chosen that moment to be indoctrinated… thank goodness for “It’s a Wonderful Life”) Andy stood before the kitchen sink in battle gear – old clothes, latex gloves, and a tennis racket in case the mouse had merely quieted and not actually bitten the dust. There was a bloody extraction that followed in which my hubby proved his manly prowess.
Why can’t we have a normal mouse-in-the-house experience?! Why the gore and agony? But when I said that to my husband, he sat me down on the couch and told me that I must look at the bright side. We were full of a good dinner, we were well rested, we were happy. If I look at life with the right viewpoint, I should see that rather than that being a disruption to an otherwise blissful evening, it was really a blessing from God that we received a trial when we were full of grace and strength to receive it.
I love my life.