It Takes a Walk, to Raise a Lather

We arose this morning and immediately, a small dilemma presented itself. Loren pulled the last clean pair of socks out of his drawer.

As I saw it, there were two options. I could do the laundry, or I could purchase new socks for the man. I chose the former. (or, as they say in español, "aquél")

But first, I needed quarters. Lots and lots of quarters. And before that, I needed one dollar bills. Now, in order to get the dollars, I had to visit a store, paying for merchandise with the debit card. In that way, I could get "cash back," wheedling a few ones from the clerk in the process.

But, indeed, how to get to the store. The car? Or walk? After a quick consultation with my live-in meteorologist, the way seemed clear. No "Ma" of hardy stock could refuse a walk in the comfort of 25 degrees. 'Twas only a mile. And so, as did Caesar, "Fuí, Compré, Lavé." (I went, I bought, I washed:-)

And thus ends the tale of how "Ma" went for a walk, and ended up doing the laundry.
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If you think my writing slightly bent, you should fear the generation to come. Daughter Sharon has kindly posted an example of 13 year old Derek's persuasive essay.

I think it's genetic.

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