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Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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When Mary Met Perceival
“I’m thinking about lots of people back at the nursing home,” Mom said. “You know, the whole time I was there, I only made friends with one resident.”
“You mean Julius?”
“I call him Perceival.”
“But his name is Julias.”
“I know, but I can’t ever think of that name. So I call him Perceival.”
“Isn’t it a little odd that you CAN think of the name Perceival? I’ve never thought of that name once in my life.”
“Whatever, Katy. That’s not the point of my story.”
“Sorry, Mom. Continue.”
“The point is that I really got along great with him. He lives with a woman, you know. He’s had her for twenty years, since right after his wife died.”
I’ve always giggled at the way Mom says so-and-so “has” someone, but I stifled myself.
“Well, he’s a pretty charming fellow,” I said, “with his snow white hair, and the way he winks at all the girls.”
“On our last night together, I told him so,” she said. “Ruth showed up to visit right during dinner, and when she left, she kissed him on the mouth. Rather passionately, if you ask me.”
“Mom, what exactly did you tell Julius?”
“After she left, I mentioned that he and I were widowed at around the same time, and that I’d been available right when he was.”
“Oh. What else did you say?”
“I said that if Ruth hadn’t entered the picture, and if we’d met back then, I would have made a play for him.”
I had a really hard time not thinking about When Harry Met Sally, so hard in fact that I couldn’t resist.
“So, are you saying you’ll have what Ruth’s having?”
“You got it.”
- Hee, hee. That's our Mom. Of course I don't think "Percival" is her type.
Posted by Bridget on 11/09/05 at 02:52 PM
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