One of my Mah's best pals died last week. I read her obituary in the temporary office I set up this morning at the World Largest Laundromat. I am so overbooked with personal minutia, I set up shop everywhere I go. As I told my sister, Diana had an obituary and an article. That's big.
To explain her significance, when she would call? My Dad would pick up a really thick book because when Diana was on the line, the world spun a little slower or to put it more truthfully, it came to a complete screeching halt and that was okay because my Mah loved Diana and my Dad loves gigantic books. Mostly mysteries or those 700 page crime/thriller things but in a pinch-he'll take on a cereal box. I pity the fool who tries to talk to him within the last 5 pages.
Speaking of my very favorite spiritual destination The Worlds Largest Laundromat, I rescued a hunk of dog artistry from the Goodwill, gave it to someone as a gift and she instantly gave me something in return.
It was a wooden plaque with a sort of a bas relief silver colored metal profile of a dog on it. It was marked $2.99 and when I returned another day, it was still waiting to be adopted-so to speak-plus it was Blue Tag day-which means it was 1/2 price and I know two Vizsla's that bear a striking resemblance to this silver dog and okay, just like the doggie in the window, I felt sorry for it and at $1.50, the price was right. So, I snagged it up and presented it to Zsoli's person this very morning and we were chatting about how we were going to spend the day and I think because it was so nice out this morning, I inadvertently whined that I had to do laundry and she admonished me right on the spot. It was awesome.
She said, You make it sound like you have to go down to a river and use rocks.
I could only laugh.