Every Dilemma Has a Silver Blessing (standard:humor, 900 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 05 2020	Views/Reads: 1539/1119	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I believe it’s true that you cannot put a price tag on a thankful spirit.

For the last several weeks, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and
myself have been enjoying some quiet time in our parsonage. I cannot 
remember the last time we had such quiet time all to ourselves. 

One of the blessings of this time is the fact that telemarketers are not
calling. In a way, I miss them because I used to harass them as much as 
they were harassing me. But we will come back to that in a few weeks or 
months. 

I did not know what a wonderful time it was until yesterday as my wife
and I were enjoying our supper together. Usually, throughout the week, 
we spend quite a bit of time at a restaurant because of our schedule. 
It is not often that we can spend a whole week having our meals 
together. 

Enjoying home-cooked meals is one of the great pleasures of being
married to someone who knows how to cook. If the cooking were left up 
to me, it would be a completely different story. The truth is, it is 
not up to me and I say a grateful, hallelujah! 

Some family members think I am a little bit post-thin; at least that's
what they say. I respond by saying I'm not as fat as I could be, but 
I'm not as skinny as I once was. I do not know what that means; I just 
want to say something to take the attention off me. 

If I am “post-thin,” I am not to blame. The blame goes squarely on the
shoulders of the master cook in our domicile. If the meals were not as 
good as they are, I would not eat as much as I do. 

Therefore, my condition is not my own doing. Do not ask my wife; she has
a different perspective on this situation. 

Experiencing this solitude has brought many blessings. 

One blessing is the gas at the local gas station is $1.65 per gallon. It
has been a long time since the gas has been that low. 

Even though it's a blessing from a certain point of view, there is a
negative aspect. Why is it that the gas is so cheap, but there is no 
place I can go? Why can it be that cheap when I have to take a trip 
somewhere? 

So that blessing doesn't really turn out to be a bona fide blessing, in
my opinion. 

I know there are some bargains at local stores that are open, like
Publix, but I am not a shopper, and at this time, I would stay as far 
away from that place as possible. That may be a blessing, but there is 
a downside to it. 

As I was enjoying the home cook supper the other night, I began to
appreciate what a wonderful cook my wife is. For the last several days, 
she has cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I have eaten her 
breakfast, lunch, and dinner with a great deal of delight. 

Although I understand the consequences of eating as much as I have been
eating, the blessing of eating it at the time far outweighs the future. 
At least that's what I'm saying now. 

After supper that night, which was absolutely delicious, I had a very
frightening thought. I am not sure I am over it yet. 

The thought was that whenever we go out to eat at a local restaurant,
I'm always the one who tips the waitress. I always make sure I am 
generous with my tip. My philosophy is simply this, the thing that 
stands between the kitchen and me is that waitress, and I better be 
able to trust her. 

Now, the thought tumbling through my mind is, am I supposed to tip my
wife for supper tonight? 

It is not that I am not generous. It is that I do not know how to manage
this tipping business at home. 

And the reason is, I made a slip of the tongue right after supper that


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