It's under there

Tonight, as the final phase of my relocation, I sold my stove. I wondered what would be under it when it was moved. The usual suspects - Dust bunnies and rogue french fries? Bread ties and wounded catnip mice?

Instead it was words. There was a sheet of tablet paper stuck to the floor. I flipped it over, blew off the dust and recognized it. It was a quote that I'd put up on the refrigerator almost a year ago. It was from Gilda Radner who died of ovarian cancer at the young age of 43, in the prime of her life.



" I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, taking the moment and making the most of it, without knowing what's going to happen next..."



I'm glad that I have the kind of luck that leaves sobering words beneath major appliances right when I need to be reminded what a gift any kind of tomorrow is.