(the neighbors are home!!!)
we do a lot of somewhat strange things in our house, in case you hadn’t noticed. we’re practicing for when we’re eccentric old ladies, but that’s another story. this is a story that took place longer ago than i would have liked to have recorded it, but, alas, we’ve been without the kindly internet of the neighbors, so this post is a bit behind. Anywho…on to the dirge.
We here at Myra were having a lazy Saturday morning. We slept late, had pie and cake for breakfast, planned our parties for the next semester, and pretty much didn’t move from the table till noon. Ah, but when we did move, that’s when tragedy struck. Sharon comes back to kitchen very mournfully. The mere bump of a leaf brought Chahia to her death. Or rather made the rotted center apparent. And so, such a member of the family cannot just be dropped in the trash can, oh no. We donned proper attire, top hat for Rachel, fedora for Sharon, and bowler for me…along with our bathrobes. May i just say that Ecclesiastes 3 is the perfect text for almost anytime. You can’t get any better than a time to tear, a time to ruin, and best of all a time to uproot. And a multitude of laughter can be covered by fake sobs. So, with a chorus of Amazing Grace, Hope found its way to the wastebasket with a dash of dust to dust.
Yup, just another day at Myra.
Random Thought: I'm sick of my nose getting cold INSIDE my house!
2 comments:
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, show me a plant that you can trust.
hehehe...oh man, i only wish i could've been there. i'm sure geen would be available for grief counseling if needed.
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