by Donna Shreve
Trying to Clean Up Loose Ends
A dear family friend died this Monday. In the afternoon of the same day, I received the phone call from her grand daughter. Of course, I was sad as she had been a big part of my life. She made my wedding dress, was my master teacher when I was student teaching and kept in touch throughout the years. I was honored I was notified personally.
My husband and I had previously discussed obtaining spaces on the memorial wall associated with Central Methodist Church. My father, mother and brother are already on the wall and I have always wanted to join them some day. My husband encouraged me to follow through and finalize what needed to be done. I had a 1:00 appointment this Thursday to finalize the order form and make payment.
First this Thursday, I had a hair appointment. The hair cut and chat was enjoyable and I left and went straight to my 10:00 which is Crafting with ladies that live in Cape Cottages complex and meet in the club house. We chatted and caught up with each other and traded gossip. I then hurried home to have lunch before my 1:00 at the church.
The church office is locked for security purposes. I pushed the buzzer and after stating my purpose, the door was momentarily unlocked. I walked down the hall and found the office. I was given the forms to fill out which I did at the other area. I felt quite relieved when the forms and payment were finalized. I had now made closure easier for my sons and I smugly walked out of the church office a bit lighter.
I was now home and decided to catch up with a neighbor whom I hadn’t talked to for at least a month. I called first and she enthusiastically invited me over. Off I walked to her place enough steps away to tickle my fit bit device on my wrist.
We chatted, caught up and I got up to head home. She walked behind me to the door and then asked me to stop. She saw something stuck to my backside. I glanced behind myself and wasn’t able to see the offending item. She asked my permission to remove what she noticed as I walked in front of her. As she handed me what she found, she started laughing hysterically. She had removed a bright white 1 1/2 inch round sticker with one word written in bold letters: sausage.
I had stopped by a McDonald’s drive through before my hair appointment and somehow managed to sit on their label for a sausage burrito. If only I had not been so busy this Thursday.
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