Thirty days hath September, April, June, November all the rest have 31 (super-fast announcer voice), except February which has 28 or 29, and May which has 45…What do you mean it only has 31?! Have you SEEN my calendar? May needs 45 maybe 50 days to get everything that needs to be done, done.
The first one of the season came via Facebook event invite. Usually our postal carrier brings them; sometimes they appear in our church mailbox, or are delivered by hand. But year in and year out, they arrive.
“I was hanging out the wash ….” I’ve heard women of my mom’s generation begin “way-back” stories set at the clothesline. In the days before every home had a dryer, the clothesline not only dried the laundry, it engaged the network.
Our basement held a mystery inside the plastic bins crammed with life memorabilia and stacked in rows like a giant game of Tetris. Over time, the edges had been softened by bags of overgrown clothes, stacks of retired toys and every cardboard box that ever came into our house.