Do you see her? The little water sprite peeking out from her shimmering curtain of water? Jean spotted her first in this picture that I posted on the last blog and pointed her out to Don. She hid longer from me, but once revealed she became as plain as a photograph; her hair, eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth, and fingers are quite plain even when the photo is enlarged.
It was a miracle that the shutter clicked at the right moment to capture this phenomena, especially since my digital camera has such a delayed reaction. Fleeting expressions that I strive to capture are often long gone by the time the action is finally completed. On this day, I remember loving how the water cascaded in sheets and only concentrated on freezing its dynamic beauty against the stolid cement post and curved chain of the railing. Little did I know that she was there, laughing at us from her hiding spot.
It happened once before, you know. I hesitate to mention it because I'm sure my sanity is already questionable, but it will not be still in my head. As the title of this blog firmly indicates, I must acknowledge the wonder of the mundane, the possibilities that reflect hope. Five years ago (ooh, there is another coincidence) this month, (on Vern's birthday), we landed in Germany, narrowly missing our connecting flight to Venice. In the midst of our desperate effort to get on the next plane we learned from a tired, but humorous German lady that two Elizabeth Kirby's were registered for the plane we had missed. Looking at me she querried, "Which one are you?" Exhausted from no sleep and fully open to the idea that we had lost our minds we decided unquestionably that Betty was in our midst, making sure she wasn't left out of a trip to her favorite country. Perhaps, and it is just a suggestion, she couldn't resist participating in another outing; playing once again with one of her grandchildren. Think what you like; but you can guess what I believe. As much as she tried to fool us, this little sprite is named Betty.
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