Monday, October 10, 2011


According to my recollection, Mo learned to spell the word 'through' one day in second grade when the teacher had her get down on her knees and crawl underneath a table and out the other side saying these letters,

t - h - r - o - u - g - h

back and forth, under the table, saying the letters.

Clever teacher.

Mo hated learning to read and she hated learning to spell and she pretty much hated school because there was way too much work involved. There is hope for kids like her though. She does love to read now, and from what she tells me, she is loving what she is learning in college. And she is even doing her work - I think.

I had breakfast with a friend this morning, and while we ate I told her about something.

Something I've been t-h-r-o-u-g-h.

I realized at some point during the telling that I am truly on the other side.

It's through. I'm through.

I'm standing on the other side. The knee bruises and rug-burns are almost just memories at this point

and boy, does it feel good to know through.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

A Weird and Entertaining Conversation at the Local Drugstore

Carlton (the cashier): Do you have a Wellness Card?
Me (the customer): Yeah, can I give you my phone number?
Carlton (straight faced, bored tone): If your husband don't mind.
Me (smiling): Blah-blah-blahhh-blah-blah-blah....
Carlton (all business): Three dollars and sixty four cents.
I give dollars. He gives back some dollars and cents.
Carlton (for the hundredth time today): Thank you. Have a good day.
Me (now laughing): That was funny. You made my day.
Carlton (still straight faced, no emotion): You can tell your husband I made your day.

I have no idea if Carlton knew he was funny or not, but I laughed all the way out of the store, across the parking lot and into my car.