Every year since Duck’s death, I drag out the little tree box and put up Ducks Tree. That last Christmas he spent in the nursing home, we thought he might like a little Christmas in his room. We found it at Target probably, and it came fully decorated with apples, red berries, and cones. We added to the décor by hanging a family of red ceramic birds and streams of red ribbon.
This year it sits on one of Gimpa’s dark wood bookcases. Behind it hangs a very dusty Miro print. No one but me seems to have noticed the dirt. I even played a game of tic, tac, toe on it, and no one said a thing.
So I guess that I am the Miro cleaner.
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HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A> Wrap packages.
Myself: Supervise, be a Miro cleaner, and read.
Reading: Obama.
Watching: Season 8 of the BBS.
Photo: Mine.
Gratitude’s: That most all of me feels really good today.
The dust can wait. The last sentence is perfect!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I did clean the glass about three this afternoon.
DeleteA "Miro-Cleaner" indeed. That's Miroculous!
ReplyDeleteA friend went through my house and cleaned all the pictures. They became art again.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet tree and I am sure it brought him pleasure and now it can bring you memories and smiles.
ReplyDeleteHey with my eyesight, if I can't see the dust, it isn't there.
I avoid looking at dust. That is a very happy, festive tree. You can't help but smile looking at it.
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