baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hot dogs matter My mom strolled across a threshold the other day. She ate a hot dog. I know this doesn't seem like much of an accomplishment to most of us. But to someone who hasn't had a functioning digestive system in six months, this is big stuff. And, to my ears, hearing Mom, a food-snob to rival all food snobs, talk so approvingly of a mere hot dog purchased at the local Costco is a wondrous thing-not just because it means she's getting better physically, but also because it means that she's enjoying parts of her life again. If God wants to take her away, then fine. But, I don't think it too much to ask that He allow her to enjoy the days she has left-and all the hot dogs she wants to eat. 8:19 p.m. - 2001-10-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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