One Good Thing

Fig newtons are delicious. They are somewhat healthy. They go good with milk. And they have a delightful texture. (Texture is very important in the food I eat. That's why I like shrimp so much.) But the one thing that makes fig newtons all the more special is their ability to lift one from the mire.

For example, I was watching television this very day. Oprah was on a camping trip. Ah, the levity! But I suppose if you're that well-off you can have as much levity as you want. Anyway, I was smiling, thinking to myself, "Wouldn't it be nice to get a big strapping bear of a husband and go camping" when what happens? A dreaded ABC newsbreak. Since 9/11 my stomach gets queasy every time I so much as hear the urgent "we-are-all-going-to-die" theme music of one of the nightly news shows. Well, by now you probably all know what this newsbreak was about: explosives targeting the States. That sent me into a funk, so I turned off the TV and made my way to the kitchen. And you know what? There, waiting for me, were those fig newtons. They beckoned me. I was happy again, if only for a few minutes. Those little buggers are definitely good things. I'll have to remember to take them on that camping trip with my burly hubby.