"Back half of cow under water."
"Lady with bangs (I was going to name her Debbie, then didn't.)"
"Dog with socks on its ears."
Last year, a friend's mother gave me a box filled with old blank postcards from all over the world. Celeste picked through the cards, then went online and found addresses of total strangers across the U.S. to send the cards to.
A sample from one with a picture of the Washington Monument.
"I wanted to tell you I finally made it to the top and to ask for your forgiveness (and my dog back). Are you still mad I ran over your parrot? I really couldn't help it. He was behind my car and I couldn't see him! Please forgive me."
From one featuring a picture of otters.
"When I saw this, I thought of you. I remembered how much you love otters. We need to talk again soon. Much love, Bobo."
And then there's my husband, Geoff, whose public persona would have most believe he's a serious, professorial sort. Which he is. In a twisted sort of way.
Celeste was working at the kitchen table when she asked for his help spelling "aesthetic."
Geoff was eager to assist, and volunteered the information in a way she could understand: "A, as in amyotrophic. E, as in elegiac. S, as in synchronous ..."
My childhood might've been the bane of a wannabe writer.
But my life is now a gold mine.
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