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Monday, March 21, 2011

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

Fabulous book...was the author just having an imaginative
romp, or drawing analogies?

Know the story? The little town of Chewandswallow gets deluged by storms of deliciously prepared but supersized food. Residents have too much on their plates dodging gargantuan macaroni noodles, patio-table-sized hamburgers and mounds of mashed potatoes that engulf the town.

A funny image came to mind last night. I imagined myself in Chewandswallow, dodging mammoth meatballs and running out from under tarp-sized pieces of toast -- because life feels just like that! Don't we often have too much to digest, bite off more than we can chew, and are served up humongous portions of liver and onions when we'd rather eat steak?!

Enjoyed the
movie, too
Surprises in life, whether good or bad, can come in torrential storms.

"Wow, this evening's foodshower piled peas waist high. I've been shoveling peas for hours. So and so can't be mad at me not returning her call."

"Uh-oh, with gallons of tomato soup streaming from the sky, I can't run that errand."

"That t-bone's blocking the driveway. Grocery shopping will have to wait!"

Attack of the killer donuts...
Even when our lives are tidied, neatly swept and our tables are set, some unexpected event often pulls the tablecloth out with a "whisk." Some days, the china remains standing, other days, it shatters to the floor with a crash.

Sometimes it's legitimate to say "All Done" and walk away from the table. Other times we're forced to sit and finish our veggies.

But I digress. If any of us go a few days not returning calls or emails, if we can't make an appointment to visit a distant friend...let's not blame each other. We might be dodging those flying lambchops...

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