Sunday, August 17, 2008
A Mannequin In A Garage
Once I had a garage sale in Detroit, and a man came round and bought a Playboy bunny outfit I once wore at a Halloween party, a Halloween party that was supposed to be a costume party, but I was the only one in a costume besides the children attending. "I'm going to dress my mannequin in this," the man said. "My old lady wouldn't fit into it." I thought about it and laughed. A mannequin in a garage in Detroit would wear my old outfit and probably be less self-conscious; maybe he had other friends for his doll that also wore similar get-ups.
I sold a lot of stuff that day, but didn't make much money. The economy here has suffered for years. And I'm a soft touch and gave away some stuff to people who have fallen prey to the scourges of the city: crack, heroin. One woman took my old red comforter from years ago that I had slept under in all kinds of weather, mostly freezing. She rode off with it around her shoulders on a rusty bike. I could see my red blanket for miles, getting smaller and smaller, imagined it might be used to soothe someone to sleep, thought about all the kindnesses that had been bestowed on me by others, more than I could ever possibly repay and was glad to have this last glimpse of it.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form." Rumi
Drinking picnic suggestion: Raymond Carver special: KFC and champagne!
Benedictions and Maledictions