When sitting on the plane, I enter the no-man's land of being between two worlds. I leave behind family, church, friends, weekly commitments...and my house and pets to the care of our housesitter. I think ahead to the world I'm about to enter and I wonder if I packed what was necessary for all possible situations. (Probably not!) Because we leave at 3:15 am, and all thinking tends to be fuzzy anyway, it's a good time to read a book and just exist in a suspended state for a while. That's when life threw a new item my way. The flight attendant brought a snack and a eating utensil I've never seen before! I'd heard of a spork (a cross between a spoon and a fork,) but this...what could it be: a spife? a knoon? And who designed this thing that a person has to hold the blade of a knife in order to use a spoon? Such big thoughts for a sleepy brain.
All will be well in the morning, right God?
A "cut-your-hands-but-it's-alright-you-have-pudding-er!" Or something to that effect :P
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