At the ranch we have a set of wine glasses, six to be exact. Five of them are beautiful and totally functional and you can’t tell one from another. And then there is the sixth one that is cracked but not dangerously damaged. Pilgrims get that one and get to the last swallow and exclaim, “It’s cracked!” And grant it it looks terminal.
But it is my favorite of the bunch and I love it when I get it. It’s got character and it teaches me things. I can’t feel the crack inside or out and it doesn’t leak so what’s the problem? It reminds me of me and folks in similar situations. We seem to go on and get the job done despite obstacles.
And I guess that is the lesson, to figure out how to get the job done with what we got. I’m happy with that.
The third and final part of the Hemingway documentary is on in a few minutes so I’m going to bail out.
miss you loves, Felipé.