I was shopping the other day and overheard a woman on her cell. I was intrigued enough to listen for a minute:
"…you should lock them in the bathroom. Chain both of them to the toilet until they’re potty trained.”
"… TORTURE! They’re torturing you. What goes around comes around.”
Okay.
I was in a fabric store.
I live in Minnesota.
I don't think this is related to anything specific?
For many years we lived in Toad Hall, an old American Gothic Foursquare house named for the mansion in Wind in the Willows although ours wasn’t really a mansion, the kids just thought it was. Now we live in a different home – one more suited to aging with dignity – yes, well, we can hope – The House Between. “Between” because we are living that stage of life between now and what is to come. Sound a little macabre? It’s not. We needed move to a space with main floor accessibility for older people who may not always be able to climb stairs to sleep and eliminate. We love this home in a quiet neighborhood with offices overooking the wooded ravine behind where we feed birds and watch coyotes play leap frog. We love knowing, too, that this is not our final place – there is more healing and goodness in the next life. I’ve kept the name of my blog toadsdrinkcoffee because I don’t know how to migrate to a new one. The name is now even more obscure, but it had to do with living in Toad Hall and my addiction to coffee. However, I did migrate my old publication – Notes From Toad Hall – to the new one Letters from the House Between.
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3 comments:
Perfect segue: happy birthday, dear one!
Sad but true. I know we've had some desperate "Will they ever learn how to use the toilet" moments at our house. We always take comfort in the fact that we don't know of any of our friends whose children have moved away from home that weren't potty-trained when they left.
Looking forward to being a student of Denis at Covenant in Jan.
I was hoping she was referring to puppies, not children. Naive?
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