The life of an optimist

The other night after dinner, Justin and I were clearing the table and getting things put away in the kitchen. We had some mashed potatoes leftover so I fished a plastic container from the drawer and began the transfer. I am not a good estimator, apparently, because it was immediately evident that I was overly optimistic about the amount of potatoes left by choosing a much too large container for them. Justin chuckled with me as I put this single serving of potatoes in a container which could easily hold 4 times that. I just hoped for more mashed potatoes to be leftover, I suppose. 

Today I did the same thing with my ham salad made on the weekend. I bought crackers to eat with the salad but when I opened the container, I realized I had less salad remaining than I thought. So, I fished out a smaller container to transfer it to and again, chose one too large for the job. Back into the drawer I went to get the properly sized piece. Now I will be able to dip my cracker and not touch my hands on the sides of the container. I am funny that way! I have something in common with Howard Hughes...

A few weeks ago Justin and I were watching Jeopardy! and the one category was children's literature. I answered "Pippi Longstocking" but the right response was actually "Pollyanna". Justin said to me, "You should have known that one---that's what Pete called you." Yes, he did, a long time ago, my friend referred to me as Pollyanna for not seeing things the way they really were. Others accused me of having rose-colored glasses back in the day. Time has allowed me, or ruined me, to not wear them as often these days. 

When reality hits, one ends up with a sinkfull of containers which weren't quite right. But I really thought they were!