We have a minor miracle going on here. The new puppy, only 10 weeks old, pees and poops outside. No accidents today. This is so unexpected.
The young technician who came to install our new dishwasher this morning took a look at the plumbing under the sink and said, "We're going to need a miracle." He was referring to the near impossibility of matching the new Samsung plumbing to our old patchwork of original plumbing. An hour later, he left with a smile on his face. "Get your miracle?" I asked.
"We got it," he said.
The third miracle today was the gift of 80-degree October warmth, blessedly clear skies, and a day off from work--all occurring at the same time.
Well, one more miracle. The Arabic student who was seriously displeased at our having brought home a puppy (most of our Arabic students are terrified of dogs) was on his hands and knees on the kitchen floor tonight, barking and trying to get Ernie to come to him.
It's the small miracles that make life interesting. It's the big Miracle that makes life possible.
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