Everybody hates Mondays right? Unless you are Bob Geldof, in which case you have made a lot of money from people hating Mondays and you would probably think Monday was pretty fine. For the rest of us doing the weekly grind, Mondays can be overwhelming as we think about what is to come.
We at the Myrtle Blog thought it would be nice to lighten the load somewhat by making merry and as scripture says, a merry heart doeth good like a medicine. (Proverbs 17:22)
To kick things off, we would like to elaborate on the above photo. It was taken yesterday at our local Coles Supermarket. Hi to Gary the manager, a man who is often seen pacing the back car park smoking furiously. I hope you are having a good week.
The photo above is a picture taken by Steve of his own handiwork. For years, 26 to be exact, Steve has helped out with grocery shopping. The only trouble is, he is very neat. Too neat. He likes to ‘pack’ the groceries so that they are grouped by size, shape, refrigeratability (is that a word?) and colour. I, who arguably am not an expert in anything EXCEPT grocery shopping find his consummate skill in packing not only annoying but redundant. I may not have the shopping trolley looking immaculate but that is my style. Steve likes to push the trolley when we are grocery shopping so if I happen to absentmindedly drop an item in the trolley and put him off his groove, he simply moves it so there are no unnecessary spaces. He does this without thinking, his skills in object maneouverability are preternatural, it’s part of what makes him so good at his job. However, we are chalk and cheese in this department. Pardon the pun.
When I was a student, my desk looked like a tip, but I knew where everything was. When my children were small, my house looked like a tip, but… likewise. I should note that whenever somebody was coming over (like my relatives) I would clean the house to within an inch of its life. Embarassingly, my kids would always notice what I was doing. “Is somebody coming over?” they would ask innocently, highlighting my mother-guilt that the house did not look like this all the time. Now I am older and wiser and recognise nobody with three kids under the age of 6 (or in fact 16) is able to keep the house looking neat and tidy for longer than half an hour, I can look back and recognise that maybe I was good at something other than grocery shopping. My children are independent, conscientious, empathetic, caring individuals with a fantastic moral compass and work ethic. They love the Lord, their parents and each other and can actually go out together and enjoy each other’s company. Clearly the ‘supermom’ lie has done us all a great disservice.
So, yesterday, Steve was doing his thing, which comes naturally and is not forced or put on for show. He moved and counter-moved the groceries around on the conveyor belt at warp speed as though he was a Russian chess champion, except there was no bell to ping. Instead, he took a photograph to commemorate his achievement. We stood and giggled at his handiwork, but the young check-out dude was not having any of it. To him, groceries were serious business, moreso when you also have to cope with two middle-aged idiots trying to get you to lower your standards.
When we came home, Steve showed our family the photo and it was Nick who asked incredulously “what is this food tetris?”. The name stuck.
We feel there should be a moral to this story, despite the attempt at humour. We are all very good at ordering our lives into compartmentalised controllable bite sized pieces. Unfortunately, life in this dark world is not ordered, it is chaotic. Only God can make good from bad, and we look to Him to create His perfect order from our messy existence. Thank God He is able to do this and in fact desires for us to give Him our lives so He can do just that. No matter how orderly you are, there will always be a flaw in your plan. And sometimes it is another person. Being Monday, we will all be able to ruminate on our own bete noir’s whether they be at the office or the building site or the retail outlet.
As we are now told every time we go into a shopping mall to ‘have a good rest of your day’, I will not offend our three readers with any further platitudes of this nature. Instead, I will wish you all a deeper and richer appreciation of the chaos of life and the God who makes it all worthwhile.