
As you all know, I just recently moved; and with my lack of furniture, I still have some boxes in tact because I don’t have a place to
hide store my things. Today, feeling a little ambitious, I decided to empty one of the boxes. It brought me great joy, because in it I found
my flying pig,
my Texas boot … and my bowl. You see, knowing the bowl was in the box, meant that the blue balls would soon follow … but alas, I got to the bottom of the box, and my blue balls were missing!
What’s the big deal, you ask? Well … there is a little story behind my bowl and blue balls … let me explain .. right before we moved to Texas, four years ago, I had spotted these ceramic balls in a store, two hours from home … I fell in love with them .. of course I didn’t buy them. (Spending money stresses me out .. and goodness forbid I purchase something that isn’t practical!!) So for several weeks I regretted the non-purchase. My ex (who wasn’t an ex then) had to go back to Portland .. and I gently said in passing that if he passed the store, and so happened felt the urge to buy me something .. would he mind ….
Well, that evening he returned with eight blue balls … he was quite proud, because he had scour the store, since they hadn’t placed the balls in one place. (Please understand that this man did not have a fondness for this store .. it was quite a feat for him!) At this point we were packing up the house, and getting ready for the big move to Texas, so I just put them away. Fast forward to arriving in Texas, and opening boxes .. there were my balls, nicely wrapped, ready for display. I knew at this point I needed something to put them in, and found this gaudy bowl.
About a week before Anthony was to be deployed, I was cleaning the table, and inadvertently knocked over the bowl with the balls. Well, let me tell you … ceramic balls and a ceramic kitchen floor just doesn’t result in anything positive when they meet by accident! I was devastated! I thought that surely this was a bad omen … the balls shattering right before Anthony leaving for Iraq .. I just bawled like a little baby!
Out of the eight, only two survived … and there sat my bowl, empty….
About a month into his deployment, the phone rang. On the other end was a woman, identifying herself as a customer service manager, from the store where the blue balls had came from. Apparently Anthony, in his free time, when he wasn’t dodging IED’s, had sent an email requesting new blue balls to be sent to me, but had forgotten to include the mailing address and would I please be so kind as to give it to her. She also added that since this man was in Iraq fighting for our freedom, she would like to send them to me at no charge. Once we were done with our exchange, I hung up the phone completely speechless ... ( and bawled like a baby again!)
Hence my panic today when I couldn’t find my balls. In my midst of
great good organization, I had stored the box away, along with all my other boxes of photographs (yes before the digital times ..) what a great find!
Even though my marriage is over, I’m glad that I can reflect back and realize that we had moments of goodness ..