Oct 4, 2005

I was about to have breakfast this morning (yes, you read it right, me and breakfast in the same sentence) when I was about to say grace, as I often do when I remember. Now instead of the usual "rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub" (although, since I was standing in front of the sink, it dawned on me that it was in the condition where it could use a good rub and scrub), I actually thought a moment about the whole act.

Now the popular belief is that religious people (ie Christians) say grace, whereas non-religious people are exempt. In reality, the 11th commandment, which says "Thou shalt say grace before thine meall; hors d'ouvres, coffee, tea, scones, desserts and alchohlic beverages are exempt when not accompanying an entree" does not exist. It is not recorded in the Bible. Believe it.

The whole point of saying grace is to express thankfulness and appreciation for the things we have (ie, food). It then occurred to me that this is something I haven't been doing much of lately. Perhaps it's fitting that it's the month for Thanksgiving. That's right, Thanksgiving is in October, when we can be thankful of the crops that are harvested. Although the Americans might have a point for putting it at the end of November, where there's a chance you can say "Thanks for the whistling snowstorm outside, and that we may go snowboarding on the morrow".

So as I tossed my curried turnover into the microwave, I was thankful for Miss CoolBeans, for picking it up for me with her spare change at the chinese plaza while some crazy lady was having her way with my hair (my attempts to grow it long never seem to work out). I was thankful that I'm living in a place where such asian delicacies are readily available. And I was thankful that God made the mystery meat thats stuffed into those turnovers. It then occurred to me that all those anti-Creationists are taking their cows for granted. What the heck.

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