I took a tree to the car wash today.
Three years worth of dust weighed down the leaves of silk ficus beside my bed, and the dirty leaves weighed me down. I didn't have time to wash each leaf by hand, so I took off Paula's top and packed the tree into her back seat.
Ten minutes and four quarters later, the tree was clean, I felt lighter, and the people who drove by had a good story to tell at dinner.
Sometimes I wonder why making a fool of myself never bothers me. Maybe I'm just used to it.
5 comments:
Making a fool of yourself? I prefer to call this "thinking outside the box."
Love it!
I'm with Kari. You are one of the most creative people I know. It's just one of many reasons I love you. I'll be smiling all day with the picture of you and your ficus at the car wash.
Lucky is the woman who doesn't give a rat's ass what people think about her.
Good for you Jerri!
Chuckle, chuckle!
I agree with Michelle!
The Fool is a powerful archetype to hold. But I think you just still hold the joy of The Magical Child in your self. Children don't give a rats ass, either! It is so freeing and lovely.
:)
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