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Sunday, March 18, 2007

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O, to be in Arkansas, now that Spring is here.




Granted, people do not make my bed and change my towels for me here. When I speak with the mortgage company, they do not smile and say, I see your charges have been taken care of, Madam. When I stand up and clear my throat to speak, my children do not tilt their heads in rapt attention, or even offer to buy me a drink afterwards. Unbelievably, I have to drive my own car and tote my own bags in and out of it. Whenever I have had to wipe someone's bum since coming home from Ireland, I can't help but think, "don't you know who I am??"

But there are worse places to live, worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon than a backyard crawdad boil with my bestest friends, a few beers and a trampoline filled with our several hundred children, a riot of angels springing up to heaven.

Even if they don't care who I am.

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3 Comments:

Blogger patsyrose said...

It's all in your perspective...and I think you've got it right.

10:31 AM  
Blogger cce said...

Damn, I should've never left the South. Backyard picnics, in March? You are luckier than you know.

12:18 PM  
Blogger becca said...

I agree - I miss the beautiful WARM spring season in Arkansas! Thinking of you and wishing I could be there with y'all for a backyard crawdad boil!

8:31 AM  

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