Happy Cinco de Mayo. I always wondered why people were so interested in a fifth of mayonnaise.

From a Sojourner’s email last week: “Our global just-in-time economy means we are dependent on others. … A Kellogg’s Nutri-Grain bar has ingredients from nine countries in it.” – Dr. Michael T. Osterholm, director of the Center for Infectious Disease Research and Policy at the Universy of Minnesota.

For a great blog post, check out Grandy’s blog post, Because I Left My Balls at the Cemetary, about making rubber band balls and leaving them at her father’s grave. My daughters may do the same thing one day.

A few years ago, they made a gift for me. It was an old box that wipes had come in. On one side, they painted “Dad’s Distractions”. On other sides, they painted, “Warning, procrastination may occur”, “Objects inside are meant to be mutilated”, and “not meant for children under 47”. Inside were bottle caps, spinning tops, random fuzzy decorations and anything else that I might fiddle with.

You see, when I was younger, one of my nicknames was “Fiddle Fingers”. I’ve always ended up with something in my hands to manipulate, and often mutilate. When I left one job, I was given plastic forks and paper clips to mutilate in a similar manner.

So, this Cinco de Mayo, I will celebrate how connected we really all are. How connected I am to the people of Mexico, to Grandy and her dad, to my children in their travels, and to each of you that stops and readings my blog.

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone.