I love visual surprises: oddities lay around in my house, I like word pictures, and imaginings. Three types of succulent plants live on my window sills happily growing babies at the tip ends of their leaves. These babies grow a dangling set of roots and a rosette of maybe six or seven leaves before they fall off hoping to hit dirt. I live just blocks away from fast food, a grocery, sports, a clothing stores, banks, and a Value Village.  I see many pedestrians walk by every day. Can you imagine them dropping babies off their fingers as they stroll by? Or I might admire a fancy manicure on a check out lady and say,”Have you named those triplets on your left small finger nail yet?” Or, “Ooops,did you know one of your babies just fell in my bag along with the corn chips? It looks like a boy. Do you what him? If not, I know someone who wants more kids.”
A word picture hit deep and came out just right last night. In a scripture study group I was asked if there was a difference between ‘happiness’ and’ joy’. I insisted ‘Yes” and when asked to explain I said, “Ask a woman in labor.” Even now those words jerk me back and forth from one mental / emotional side of my brain and spirit to another. I’ve never carried a baby to term, but I understand.
John carried me on a nice, word, road trip when he told me of walking down a Salt Lake City street with his long, down to his waist, hair swishing, Guys driving up from behind would whistle. As they drove by they twisted around in their seats to see if the face, they’d committed their compliment to, fit their dream’s image. They saw John’s bushy beard, not quit as long as his hair. Their hand indications hinted that they did not enjoy their visual surprise but they certainly did have verbiage pictures to share.
As for oddities laying around my house I’ll show you on Tuesday.  nancymauerman.com