Come to the table and eat

Baby Deer

I had an unusually trying day the other day. Confrontations, intense emotions, in your face accusations and downright hostility. I remembered an old Italian tradition – if you can get people to sit down at a table with a good meal, half your problem is solved “venire al tavolo e mangiare” –  “Come to the table and eat.”  My mother was a big proponent of that adage – but of course she was a remarkable cook!  Me, not so much. So instead of a homemade meal, a good restaurant was chosen, and the emotions  and the situation was made better. Driving home afterwards, on a stretch of highway that is fairly desolate, going about 50mph, I saw some gangly legs in my headlights. Slowing down, then coming to a crawl, there were about 15 baby deer in front of my vehicle crossing the road. They stopped and stared, I stopped and stared, and thanked our higher power that I did not hit any of them. They are God’s beautiful creatures. It was a wonderful end to a not so wonderful day.

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