How did anyone suppose that “sea level” would be a good “constant?” One of the last constant things I can imagine is the level of the sea. When searching for a descriptive adjective for an ever-changing noun, a highly popular term is “fluid” – and My Dear, nothing is more fluid than our friend, the sea.

That is just something I have been muddling over for a couple days. The best time for my mind to write these missives* is when I am otherwise engaged. Driving the car, showering, mowing the grass causes whole chapters to be “written” in my head and rarely find themselves readable to others. It is a sad thing to watch them whither away – like flowers that sprouted out of my head. They spoke silently only to me and then vaporized. Some were really good. Okay, I liked all of them, just like my own children.

I was thinking about sea level as I seared and loaded the roast into the crock pot (applying appropriate seasoning and “fluids”) and while I was doing my morning exercises, preparing the perfect avocado spread for my toast (Fiesta brand Fajita Seasoning** and lime juice stirred into a heavenly ripe avocado – I promise, that is all you need), and pouring my big green cup full of coffee to sit and have this light repast before all the many Saturday chores of which I am the owner.

Before I go off to the never-ending world of dishevelment and laundry, let me ask you a question, “Do you think Jesus wept for Lazarus because he had been sick and had died and lain in state for 4 days, all which sounds devastating… or because He had to pull him back from Heaven – an involuntary sacrifice by Lazarus, or because even though this miracle happened, some people still don’t believe it all this time later and they won’t be pulled back from their death?

I used to live in a house that was 35 feet above sea level. The street in front was downhill from the house about 10 feet and when it rained a lot, the streets flooded and I imagined I lived in Venice. People had air boats to get around, because the water often took a while to recede. My thought is that on the floody times, sea level was only 10 feet away from my door. A constant that is fluid. Hmmmm.

Until Next Time,

Your Friend, Tracy

*Thank you for that word, Fritz Henderson of Cincinnati, RIP

**Available at H E B or Walmart. It has a dancing girl on the label and they aren’t paying me to tell you this. I just don’t think people should be deprived of good guacamole.