sunglasses, straw hat, earrings, dress clothes.... rush for the shuttle.
fall off the curb in front of a shuttle full of people heading for charleston.
don't drop the water or the carafe in other hand.
skin both knees like i'm seven years old.
jump up knock on doors and and the driver says is:
'sorry, i'm full.'
it was spectacular. and my hat didn't even move.
(later that evening spent an hour with butter grits on my skirt.... couldn't see them because the new growing human was in the way.... why cry when i can just giggle.)
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