A New Day

I have so much to be grateful for.



For instance, if anyone out there remembers my post
way back when, at the beginning of January, "Ritual",
you'll find me in a pretty fair uproar about the
subject of cream cheese.


Not forcing you search it out, it's basically about my
breakfast: bagel and cream cheese, (although I did
have something called an "English " muffin yesterday).
Don't like to get into a rut!


Anyway, the problem had to do with the impossibility
of my opening the cream cheese package without doing
damage to myself, the kitchen, and the bagel.


Until this morning. I actually had a vision that this time
I would open the package (a problem that's followed me
ALL of my life) with little ado, spread the cream cheese,
pour the coffee and relax with Milo, the cat, in his favorite
chair.


The vision was miraculously fulfilled. I'm humbled. I will
allow myself to have larger dreams, for they may come true.
And Obama has been President for barely a day!

Ritual

Just about

to have

my breakfast. Bagel/ cream cheese, coffee.

No brainer. Until I go to open the new package of cream

cheese.You know what's coming! Unless you live in a part

of the world that precludes this nerve wracking

self-flagellating ritual.

The big Philly guys have been manufacturing this tiny

torture chamber for lo, a couple of hundred years!

You'd think, wouldn't you? Simpler packaging?

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If you've found a way to open this silver papered package

of cream cheese, without slashing, futile pulling, tearing,

please do a good deed and let me know the secret.

It's a bit too much to ask me to start the opening

process the night before. And it is totally unacceptable

for me to find cream cheese still under my fingernails at

4 o'clock in the afternoon.

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Now, for breakfast.