Why are the sympathy cards and the get well cards next to each other; isn’t that a little pessimistic? Perhaps the retirement cards could be in a different rack as well. We don’t need to think about death while shopping for a retirement card. We think about death without your help quite enough.
I haven’t really gotten into the grove of posting on Tumblr just yet (I sort of expected it would all come to me naturally). The impulse I keep having though, is to comment on other people’s posts, which as far as I can tell is not an option. Hmmm….
I have comments on mine, but you can always reblog. (comments are an option on mine if you open up the tumblrlog…)
The 100 year old family owned company where my dad worked for 25 years closed today. I remember being a little kid and going there the few times pay day happened while my dad was on vacation, or one time when he got into an accident in his truck and had to take a few days off. “The old man” was still around then. Smoking cigars behind a huge old desk piled high with papers. He was nice I remember though I was likely scared of him. He probably gave me apples. It was a produce company. Started off as a horse-drawn cart piled high with vegetables. Imagine that.
There is a conductor who sometimes says “This is a WWWWWhiskey train to Astoria. Queens bound W as in whiskey train.” He won’t say that anymore. sniff.
- mom: Did he tell you what he's been doing with the old grill?
- me: oh dear.
- mom: rolling it around the yard and burning sticks in it.
- me: excuse me?
- mom: you should have seen the look on your brother's face. he just shook his head and walked away. Tom! Tom, pick up the phone!
- dad: yeeees?
- mom: what have you been doing with your old grill?
- dad: leave me alone, it is easier than dragging all those sticks to the back so I'm using that.
- me and my mother are laughing so hard there is no talking.
- dad: well!!!!!!! I'm hanging up, leave me alone!
It is gonna be fun:
A. Excuse to drink too much and dress like a slut in all black.
B. Excuse to drink too much and dress like a slut in all green.
- sonny: Mia! Mia! I need your help!
- me: yes? (as I walk into the bathroom where he has the hot water faucet taken apart)
- sonny: I need. how you say? [makes completely unhelpful motion with his hands] to get out. you know.
- me: uhm. huh?
- sonny: you know you know. when you have nothing to do and for the socks! to get out of there [shining a flashlight into the hole where the hot water faucet should be].
- me: a knitting needle? oh yes, I have those.
- sonny: I need this! I need it please mia, yes to get it out of there.
- me: [bringing crappiest knitting needle I have] here ya go.
- sonny: ooooooh why don't you have. I need.... [makes pulling motion with his hand]
- me: a crochet hook. hold on.