In Search of Angels

Our day began quite early, with a rather large crashing sound coming from the kitchen, where my husband was apparently "doing things." THAT was the sound of one of the shelves in the fridge door coming apart and dumping its contents onto the floor! 

The contents of that shelf included the glass jar of horseradish*, which had broken and was now all over the kitchen floor.
Husband, exclamatorily**: "This is NOTHING!
Let's see what I can do TOMORROW morning!"

I cleaned up the mess, and moved what was left from the (very broken) jar of horseradish into a new container. I can tell you for sure that the place reeked. Forget the smell of napalm: "I love the smell of horseradish on the kitchen floor in the morning!" said nobody, ever.

Then one of the speakers in the living room stopped working. Oh yeah, it sat there like a huge, dark, lazy slug, but it would play no music. My husband said he figured it was one of three things. So he tried the easiest thing, which we'll call thing one. That worked for a little while. The speaker stopped working again a bit later. Oh well, let's try thing two . . . and then we moved on to thing three.

The third thing involved taking the whole stereo apart and restringing the wire to the speaker. This meant that stuff in front of the stereo had to be moved, an action I was in charge of. Then my husband and I worked together to restring the speaker wire, moving it over and around and under ALL THE THINGS.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, my husband looked down BEHIND the stereo, and found our Christmas angel! How she had gotten there was anybody's guess. I instantly dusted her off and installed in her place of honor atop the tree. 

My older sister Marilyn sent me this angel several years ago in the mail, as a representative and remembrance of "Angie the Angel" who always sat atop our parents' Christmas tree for all those years. We were all big fans of Christmas, and enjoyed celebrating it together as a family.

So it was that our own angel was returned to me shortly after Christmas and new year by an odd twist of fate. I am glad she is back, for the tree was not quite right without her. There just seemed to be an empty spot at the tree top. But now it is filled again.

Tiny Tiger is quite smitten with this lovely lady, as you may have suspected. He says that angels are all around us; perhaps even watching over us all, unaware. What can I say? How could I disagree with the folk wisdom of a Tiny Tiger? In any case, here is our angel, somehow miraculously restored to us at the appropriate and celebratory time. And so we are grateful.

Our soundtrack song is Jane Siberry and k.d. lang, with Calling All Angels.



*Thank you, Lord, for sparing the $7 jar of mayonnaise!


**Yes, this is a word. I looked it up!