Last night…I decided to have a bowl of turkey chili for supper…I’d made it earlier
in the week…so all I had to do was heat it…and I’d have a quick and tasty dinner…
Right…
Wrong…
It started simply enough…I took the chili out of the fridge…and popped it in the microwave for two minutes…I had considered transferring it to a bowl…but decided that the portion was about right…and it was in a Pyrex bowl…perfect for reheating…and…even eating from…
Then…it happened…I heard a funny sound…
Opening the microwave…I watched…as my brand new Pyrex dish…crumbled…
I have no idea what happened…
Bertha…pointed out that there was obviously a flaw in the bowl…one that I couldn’t see…and…that even though it looked perfect when I recently bought it…and was fine when I’d used it to store things that only required refrigeration…it just couldn’t take the heat…
She went on to say that it reminded her of my life…of…that…relationship…the one that looked so perfect to me…the one that silently hid the fatal flaw…the one that couldn’t take the heat…and splintered into a million pieces…but…that…unlike the chili bowl…I kept gluing the pieces back together again…eating shards of glass…smiling all the while…
Pondering that memory…I put the whole mess in the garbage…and proceeded with plan B…
Jane
