Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. Hard to believe it’s been a year. Anyhow, my husband told me about a Jewish tradition of visitors putting pebbles on top a monument.
I decided to put my own spin upon things. Instead of leaving two tiny rocks, I’m taking a box of seashells we collected together from the North Carolina shore many years before. Not only will it have meaning, I’m taking enough to cover a fraction of the people who loved her. Placed upon the wide base of her monument they should look nice and be trouble free for cemetery caretakers.
Meanwhile, as for the change in plans and rain, I’m not driving across the state in these torrential downpours covering the region. The weather is nice for sitting on my back patio with this laptop. But freeway driving? Not so much.
I’m sure my mother would not only understand but approve. So now, here is a giggle as promised. I laughed out loud right here in this chair upon finding the following:
On Facebook someone posted:
How are unicorns fake but giraffes are real? Like, what's more believable, a horse with a horn or a leopard-moose-camel with a forty foot neck?
Someone else replied:
We have horned horses; they call em Rhinos, and the horses kicked ‘em out for being bad tempered. So, they got all sad and grey and angsty.
Did you ever believe in unicorns?-