Garrison Keillor for President
My boys love to undo my shelves. I’ll find bent books and torn pages of poetry at random beneath the couch or stuffed in one of the old house nooks. I don’t know why they do it. I don’t know why they do a lot of things.
But today I was glad to accidentally step on a blue book, yellow font, Hayden Carruth, Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey, old friend. I picked it up, bent it back like fitting a cap for my head, and I flipped and soaked and smiled at dog-eared pages, the ones I shared with friends.
I knew it was going to be a good day. A dear one emailed me a poem from today’s Writer’s Almanac. Dear Mercy Me, you might not get into poetry or the Minnesota poet voice, But GARRISON KEILLOR FOR PRESIDENT! – if you ask me.
Then, I took the boys to the market, and I promise that this day is perfect. Sometimes living in people skin feels so good.
I always find the best things at the market! For one: The Red Hat Society, which I cannot wait to join. Seriously, y’all, when you’re old, you might not feel like climbing a mountain, but just LOOK at what you get to wear! And you’re wiser, too. These ladies oozed wise. One stranger walked up to them, not knowing of the society, and asked, “Where’s the party!?” They all giggled, and one lady replied, “We ARE the Party, and besides, it’s Tuesday!”
I want to be a grandma when I grow up. Don’t you?
Also, something else that is fun is this button
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