Day 241 Strange Customs

August 7, 2015

(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)

As a kid, I used to like cracker jacks because at the bottom of the box there was always a surprise. It didn’t matter that it was a cheap toy probably worth less than a penny. I like fortune cookies, too, because of the surprise message. Several years ago, a friend of mine took fortune cookie joy a step further when, at our daughter’s wedding reception, she opened every fortune cookie in a bowl, left the crumbs and took all the fortunes. I think she kept going for it with the hope that she would get one perfectly suited for her.

Some fortunes I get are ordinary and I accept it with disappointment, but my fortune today at the Szechuan CafĂ© was a most interesting one: “You may attend a party where strange customs prevail.”

Hmmm. This fortune I like! I have an affinity for strange. All my life, I’ve gravitated toward new experiences and people who are unlike me. I especially like the phrase strange customs, which suggests that I might be traveling in another country.

This reminds me of a trip to Germany in 2009 where we were welcomed at the home of our hosts in Rosbach and soon departed for a party with them. At the party house, we were greeted with a pile of broken dishes in the driveway. They explained to us that it was a polterabend party, a German wedding tradition where guests to the party bring old ceramic and porcelain stuff (sometimes even old toilets) and smash them to wish the couple good luck and chase away bad spirits. 

My gift today is a fun fortune.

Read about the polterabend:

> Day 242: Susurrus Encounters

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1 comment:

  1. Now, now , there is a slight exaggeration here! I didn't open all of the cookies in that bowl. Maybe about 40 or so, but definitely a few left for other guests. I've been dreaming about that huge bowl ever since.


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