Yesterday I wore nylons to church. Nylons being sadly out of fashion notwithstanding, I wore them (actually, I only thought about it---in the end, I couldn’t find them) and wearing them (or, rather, thinking about wearing them) made me think of the time that my oldest sister decreed (older sister’s can’t say much of anything without it sounding like a decree to us lowly, er, younger sisters—there are seven of us girls in my fam, most of them older than moi, so I know of which I speak) that if you have an extra pair of pantyhose in your drawer, sure as shooting, you will run the ones you are wearing.
Of course, she said this back in the day (meaning, pre-industrical strength nylon) when running your pantyhose was about as likely as running to the dessert buffet at the church Christmas party (something I witnessed in all it’s glory Saturday night and should have been part of instead of only watching since I got left with the mere dregs of this incredible desert for which I have no name except “The best thing I’ve ever tasted at a church Christmas party buffet”) in other words, highly likely.
It is for this very reason that I hesitated to filch the Marc David sunglasses the summer before last when I found them sitting on lonely bench by the San Lorenzo river. I already owned a pair of perfectly serviceable sunglasses and was wholly aware of the fact that every time I had upgraded said sunglasses, one of the two were almost instantly incinerated (only, not in an incinerator or even by actual fire. Yet, pretty much that instantly). That’s why, when the Marc David’s went missing, I wasn’t too surprised to find them on the floor of the garage looking like this:
Nothing beside remains (extra points to those who can identify the poem that line comes from--one of my all time faves).
P.S. I was engaging in the total narcissistic activity of browsing the net about Miss D and found that someone made a comment about her (Miss D—my book—sorry if I am confusing any newbies—Miss D in my mind is a living entity—crazy, I know!) and someone’s comment was just so surprising, I had to share. “saw the movie—loved it—I’m sure the book will be better.” Bwwwaaahhhaaahhhaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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