Broken Hallelujah

From Cook Casa (or, All In My Bidnez)

Our car insurance is usually pretty reasonable because we're old, don't drive fast cars and haven't had a wreck in a year or two. But we've always been penalized because of dear old Stu. He always managed to have a speeding ticket, or a ticket for running a red light, or some other infraction that caused our insurance to give him "points" and charging more cabbage for coverage. This last time, we were penalized for 3 years. Yesterday we got our new statement and our annual amount is going to be 1/2 of what it used to be. So, yeah, it's about time. Drive carefully, Schlomo.



Sky (16) and her Dad walked to Main Street Friday night and he said they had a nice talk. They have their best talks when walking. It's their special time to share with each other. Their joy, which was contagious, extended upon return. He stirred a pot on the stove while I whirled around the kitchen in my long and full dress. It billowed out like some big breezy umbrella causing Sky to laugh out loud. Then she wanted to do it, so I slipped out of my dress, and she slipped out of teen mode and into daughter-child, twirling around and laughing. I mentally squeezed it for all it was worth wishing I could stop the ticking demon hands of time. On some days I'm sure she's that little girl in the Exorcist; spewing out ugly words to her folks. And on others, she still twirls hand in hand around the kitchen with her Mother.



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