How Is Your Glass Handled?

Sugar and I rounded the corner of our building early in the morning and immediately, Sugar headed for the parked cars, hoping for a ride. I was amused to see in the dead center of Kiel's windshield, near the wiper blades, a perfect purple flower serenely sitting there as if some giant hand had swooped down and placed it in the exact middle where it could be displayed beautifully.



Interesting that I just assumed it was unintentional - some serendipitous fluke of nature. Some wind blew it there and it happened to land in the perfect place. Kiel on the other hand, ever the rationalist, while he really wanted to believe it could have just happened, was not so accepting. Perhaps it is like that perennial question - is your glass half full or half empty. I am less likely to care about whether the container is being filled or emptied and more likely to be curious about the container and the contents.

In fact, I will be more likely to look about and see what the options are for different sizes and shapes and colors and materials of container (something less utilitarian and more aesthetic), and then figure out what to fill it with that sustains body and soul, mind and spirit. Doesn't answer that darn question at all!

I know people who would investigate why the darn glass was never filled all the way to the top, or if being emptied, who is stealing the contents unbeknownst to the drinker. Others would want to chart ounces and mark levels and record statistics. There are so many approaches to the glass question that never get acknowledged.

Turns out, Drew sheepishly admitted that for a joke, he placed the perfect flower exactly in the middle of Kiel's windshield. No happenstance, no divine guidance. Just boys being boys. Not the kind of activity I usually get from them, but they can handle their glass however they wish. And if they want to fill it with flowers, more power to them!