A special anointing

This morning, the Father apparently deemed I needed a special anointing for the day’s tasks.

I’m at the less than 48 hours mark until I embark on my journey to America, which means time is quickly escaping me. There’s a list of things that must be done, should be done, and could be done. I’m doing rather well at the must be dones, contemplating beginning on should be dones, and realizing could be dones just aren’t going to be done. This morning I had a list of errands I was planning on knocking out before my class at ten, so was in a bit of a rush trying to get out of the door.

Rushing in the kitchen just shouldn’t be done. I needed to quickly pound out some chicken breasts and whip up a marinade for them. It was the last thing to do before heading out the door (as in, hair, make-up, teaching clothes were already complete…soon to be an important fact). I threw in the marinade ingredients and then reached up on my tiptoes to put the vinegar back in its home on the high shelf next to the oil. In my rush, my placement was not in the least secure, and the vinegar managed to tip over it’s neighbor the oil. I did not realize this fact for a moment, for the next victim in the domino effect was a glass bottle of Italian sausage seasoning that I desperately (and successfully) reached out to save from sudden death on the floor. It was only as I breathed a sigh of relief at that travesty being avoided that I felt something wet dripping down my head.

Yep, so the lid on the oil? Not so secure. Sure enough I had managed to dump a fair amount of oil on my just washed, dried and straightened hair. And all of the long-haired women out there just collectively let a groan out with me. I headed to the bathroom to assess the damage, and soon realized that unless I wanted attend an audition to become a greaser, the hair was going to need to be washed again. And so I headed to the bathtub, stuck my head under the faucet and washed my hair. Again. Then dried it. Again. Wet hair and 0 degree weather? Just don’t go well together. Now the straightener? Didn’t go that far.

Needless to say, I did not finish my pre-class errands. However, I did spend the morning chuckling. Only a true klutz could manage to dump oil on their own head minutes before leaving the house.