Saturday, May 12, 2012

SPIDERS, FLOWERS FOR ME, BARKING DOGS AND PINK HANGERS

Spiders, flowers at the door, barking dogs, and pink hangers. That's what today can be summed up as. That, and an rather odd funeral about a woman who used to bring Scout-age boys to their knees with her killer handshake. I always thought it was demoralizing to the boys. And when they were grown, and back home from mission, she would do it again. The last time I shook hands with her she did it to me. It didn't matter that I winced.  She grinned.


Power or kindness, which would you choose? She chose power. And now she's gone, bringing people on the other side to their knees.


1. Today, Elizabeth said, "The spider in the bathroom broke her promise."


I looked at her as you might imagine: eyebrows raised, head forward, eyes widened.


"What?"


"The spider--I named her Leggs McGuire--broke her promise. I told her if she stayed in her corner and minded her own business I wouldn't kill her."


"And..."


"And she's gone, and now I don't know where she is, and I have to shower in there."




2. Today, one of my old Achievement Days girls brought me some flowers for Mother's Day. They are the giant alliums, Hillary calls them Dr. Suess plants. I wonder where she got them. I called her by the wrong name. I will write her a thank you. I will spell her name right, which is Faythe. I will tell her it was a sweet thing to do and that she looks nothing like her sister--the name I called her. What a dunce, I am, at times. And how sweet is Faythe.


3. Kramer went nuts when people came to the door today. I have told him he is to do two things: be warm and cute. He is warm and out of control. And he needs a bath


4. Phil came to the laundry room to take his shirts to the bedroom. "A pink hanger?" he said, "What am I going to do with a pink hanger?"


"If you don't like it, trade it for another one."


He muttered to himself all the way upstairs. I could hear the words "pink hanger" hanging in the air long after he closed the bedroom door.


Someone went to Heaven today, a dog went berserk (when you spell berserk wrong, spellchecker wants to change it to Beekeeper), my child--grown child--is afraid of a spider, I can't get all the emails I want to write done before I'm stupid with fatigue, and I don't want to have surgery on my knees.


Today I didn't get any pressing things done. And then there is that spider to watch out for. It's almost more than I can handle...for getting nothing done.

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