As Annie
Hall so often said when nonplussed, “Well, la-di-da, la-di-da.” Ever since we
returned from Galveston I’ve been searching for the dirty clothes I packed to
bring back separately from clean ones. I remember putting them in a kitchen
trash bag and topping them with my black dress shoes.
Just now
as I was doing laundry a light bulb came on: when Dennis packed the car he
mistook my dirty clothes for trash and put the bag in the trash cart at Canal
Breeze. My clothes are gone – underwear, jeans, T-shirts and shoes – gone to
the Galveston dump.
Well,
la-di-da, la-di-da.
Never
mind. The scenery around Paradise has been soft and monochromatic. The snowy
fields with silos and trees…
The Rural
Water District No. 2 water tower, providing a spot of soft color…
And the
memorial in our yard where ashes of some departed friends are scattered.
Who cares
about a few clothes and a pair of shoes? Beauty is all around.
Copyright
2013 by Shirley Domer
1 comment:
Good grief!
Glad you can be so Annie Hall about it!
Love the photo of the memorial grove!
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