Today...

I brought sweet potato casserole in a crock pot to work for the pre-Thanksgiving potluck. I am the idiot who always signs up to bring something that has to be served warm. And every night before while I'm making the dish and agonizing about how I'm going to transfer it to the outdoor location and still keep it warm, I shout out to John, who is resting comfortably on the couch without a care in the world, "Why do I DO this every time? I HATE cooking! Never again. Next time I'm bringing cups & plates!" Yet here I am...with the crockpot on the table behind me, checking it every 20 minutes praying that it cooks in time. Ugh.

This reminds me of something I saw on the drive home from work the other day. The land around my building is a wildlife refuge and edges up to a river. So it is common to see wild pigs, alligators, eagles, armadillos, snakes, vultures, scrub jays, dolphins, manatee and raccoons. I'm used to seeing nearly all of these animals alive accept for the armadillos & raccoons who typically end up as road pizza. So when I see an armadillo along the road alive I'm like "Woohoo! You made it!"

Well, kinda. This little fella was in the median, rooting around for grubs or whatever it is they eat, with his back to home bound traffic. He turns around and slowly walks out into the stream of cars going about 50mph. The driver 2 cars ahead of me slows, swerves, but eventually grazes little Dillo sending him spinning on his hard candy shell. Dillo rights himself and hauls booty back for the grass. I'm thinking "Wow, no way he lived. You go little fella!"

At this point all traffic has slowed. Another car passes and blind, dumb little Dillo turns again and starts walking right back out into the traffic that grazed him the first time as I go by. Really? Dillo...you were just spun out by a huge rubber tire, hit the lottery of life by not getting squished, were able to escape back to safety, take a breather and head right BACK into the arms of death? I slowed & puckered, knowing he was somewhere under my Honda. I didn't feel a thump-thump. *phew!* He made it under me only to take the eternal dirt nap under the wheel of the car beside me.

I can think of many times (besides the potluck sitch) in life where I've turned around and run right back out into traffic. Thank God for His mercy that kept me from being crushed.

Well looky there. My sweet potatoes are done!