Today the cleaning crew was to come & so we had to clean up for the cleaning crew; put away the mess on the cocktail table. Clear off extraneous bottles, toothbrushes, paste, KY Jelly, medications, electric razor, and false teeth bath boxes in the bathrooms. Hide the candy jars, remote controls, DVDs, cashew nuts, non-pareils, and TV Guides in the living room. Cover the monitor by the computer so they wouldn't wash it with water and clear off all notes, pens, pencils, calendars, etc. from the den. Get the shoes, suspenders, t-shirts off the bedroom floor. Get the dishes from the sink into the dishwasher in the kitchen. and after all of this work, we might as well have continued to clean the house ourselves and save 40 bucks, making our sweat worthwhile. So, instead, we got into the car about 11:30 a.m when they usually show up and went off to the Town Center Mall.
I love to go "malling" with Rhoda mainly to watch the passing parade and the cornucopia of pretty and shapely young ladies carrying their purchases or wheeling their babies. I watch them not out of any erotic motive or lust. Those days have gone out to sea somewhere. It's just that the clothes they now wear, more than not, reveal lots of tanned and tattooed skin. The tattoos can take any shape and color and they appear anywear (spelling intentional) on their bodies; necks, backs, arms, legs, thighs, backs, buttocks (I imagine). But not only are their dress and decorations distinctive--but many have other parts of their bodies, besides their ears pierced and bejeweled. As a member of the old school--the greatest generation--I find this strange modernity amazing, sometimes repulsive, but always interesting.
Now, Rhoda's motive for malling was entirely different from mine. She bought things--imagine that! A baby's birthday gift, an Almani shirt for me, a yogurt for her and a New York Egg Cream for me. When we arrived back home, we discovered that we cleaned up for the cleaning ladies for no reason. They never showed up. So much for immigrants. Now I'm off to shower in order to clear my head of the day's images.
I love to go "malling" with Rhoda mainly to watch the passing parade and the cornucopia of pretty and shapely young ladies carrying their purchases or wheeling their babies. I watch them not out of any erotic motive or lust. Those days have gone out to sea somewhere. It's just that the clothes they now wear, more than not, reveal lots of tanned and tattooed skin. The tattoos can take any shape and color and they appear anywear (spelling intentional) on their bodies; necks, backs, arms, legs, thighs, backs, buttocks (I imagine). But not only are their dress and decorations distinctive--but many have other parts of their bodies, besides their ears pierced and bejeweled. As a member of the old school--the greatest generation--I find this strange modernity amazing, sometimes repulsive, but always interesting.
Now, Rhoda's motive for malling was entirely different from mine. She bought things--imagine that! A baby's birthday gift, an Almani shirt for me, a yogurt for her and a New York Egg Cream for me. When we arrived back home, we discovered that we cleaned up for the cleaning ladies for no reason. They never showed up. So much for immigrants. Now I'm off to shower in order to clear my head of the day's images.
2 comments:
Hey, at least you pay $40 for people who don't show up. I pay $7o for those that so far do show up. Aren't I lucky? You sure have a lot of putting away before the crew gets there. My putting away only takes me 10 minutes. We just don't nosh that much so we don't have to worry about that.
So you had a wonderful day at the mall.
Murray and I are going on a 4 night cruise starting Monday. I decided not to cook for the holidays. Talk to you guys soon. Sunny
Dear Baron,
I have come to believe that you are of the male species and because of that I am curious as to what is your use for KY Jelly? I tried it once on a PB&J sandwich but it tasted like hell! Can you please answer this question? Muchos Grassass,
Lovely, long-legged, Loquacious Moi
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