I loved retrieving my mother’s glasses for her because she didn’t mind if I wore them back to her.  One time her glasses were different, they magically made big swoops and dips appear in the floor.  I got tipsy and giggly wearing them—those magic spectacles turned an ordinary walk into a dizzying experience.  (Wisdom now tells me she must have gotten new bifocals.) 

            Balance has been a struggle ever since.  One would think my confession in The Parable of the Canning Jar would have stabilized me for life; alas I’ve just found new areas in which to tilt.  Here’s to 2008 and learning to balance events, fun, worries, chores, calendars, fears, opportunities, goals...everything...and if you’ll look at my picture you’ll notice I dried one side of my hair poofier than the other this morning, so here’s to balancing my hair, too.