I am, by nature, a skeptic. I once saw a circus elephant disappear in a puff of smoke right before my eyes. Magic right? But I know it was a trick. I don’t know how, but it was a trick, an illusion, a good one, but not real, not magic. I don’t believe in magic. Well I didn’t, until recently.
In our kitchen we have a sugar bowl, a coffee can, a rack for Krups coffee cups, a container of coffee creamer, and a shaker of cinnamon. I am the only one in the house that drinks coffee. Mrs. C does not use sugar, creamer or cinnamon. I have coffee every day. I have creamer and sugar with my coffee. I often have oatmeal in the morning and I use cinnamon in my oatmeal.
Whenever the sugar bowl gets low, I make a mental note to refill it tomorrow. When the coffee can is scraping bottom or we are low on Krups coffee cups, I plan to refill and restock tomorrow. If I have just enough coffee creamer for my morning addiction, I try to remember to refill the container…tomorrow. Today I used all of the remaining cinnamon for my oatmeal. I will have to refill it tomorrow.
In my house tomorrow never comes. Every morning the sugar bowl has either just enough for my morning cup, or it is full to the brim. The coffee can always has enough coffee to meet my needs, the Krups rack never goes empty and the creamer never completely runs out.
It can’t be Mrs. C refilling all these items, she never uses them. How would she know they were running short? No way. It is obviously magic. We have a magic kitchen.
Tomorrow I plan on having oatmeal for breakfast. Am I concerned that we are out of cinnamon? I should be, but somehow that shaker will be full.