As I mentioned in March, I’ve been intent on getting rid of things.
I had another round of symbolic gourd-throwing at the lake. I picked up the miniature pumpkin on my draftsman table this morning–a rotting memento from the wedding–and it was hollow, except for a few crisp bits, which rattled around. I meant to give it to Ripe at the wedding, but I ended up being too busy getting married to think about bringing along pumpkins. I mean, I didn’t even have a purse.
I brought it to the lake today. As I threw, I screamed in thought, “Ripe is with me everywhere!”
I also got rid of something else from the wedding today. At my bridal shower, a friend put together a bouquet of the bows and ribbons that had wrapped my gifts. It’s been on a glass shelf with other wedding paraphernalia until today. Now, it’s in the trash.
Blondie is a manager at Applebee’s! Kinda funny that I wrote that post last night about managers without knowing.
"Lucky you were born that far away
So we could both make fun of distance."