Shown up missing. My mitten, the right one with the Puffin logo and the worn-thin rubbings on the thumb. It’s happened before and eventually when Thumbs comes home, he’s a wee bit embarrassed and doesn’t say a word. Not one.
Listening to the radio this morning while throwing a tire off my back deck for Calzone (my herding dog who likes to play Tire), I heard lyrics to a C&W song explain the belatedly-obvious, what Southpaws (the left mitten) and I hadn’t been understanding: Sometimes guys have to get their rodeo on; girls don’t understand.
So while Thumbs is out getting his rodeo on, I’m wondering why we say something has shown up missing, when what we want to say is: Gone.
And in other gone news, Frankie has slipped into the lobby for the second time this week to sneak off with the daily TV guide from the local paper we provide for customers. He walks in with Godfather swagger, drinks the free coffee, watches The Price Is Right on the big screen next to the coffee pot.
Twelve ninety-five he shouts for the price of a new washer and dryer sitting on the sound stage. One minute we are hearing him holler, Gloria, you are dumb! and then the next moment? Frankie is gone. And so is the TV guide I like to take home with me.
Photo by Liz O’Keefe