Mom in a dress Grandma made for her, High School Dance
We had always viewed our mother as superwoman. She could do anything. It was only in the last 10 years of her life that we knew the it was time for her to hang up her cape. There is such an emptiness that holds onto you.
Mom, in high school
Mom, at the stove where she spent hours of her life.
Mom, holding Tony and sharing her immense Christmas cactus. That thing was 10 years or more.
Mom seldom took time off. Notice the chair and its fabric?
Jenny spread Aunt Jane’s jewels,
making a jigsawof gems on the bed. When Jane died, there was a jumble
of junk around her body which confused the family: Jade? Juniper?
Jasper? What the hell?
Jennyjumpedup to collect jumbo
boxes which Aunt Jane had prepared for the heirs. They were jolted
by the contents: jumbo jellyfishencased in resin. The joy they
had hoped for was dumped in their mental jerricans.
After the jumbling
herd of non-jubilant relatives had slammed the door, Jenny took
her jerboafrom the cage. “Well, Jerry. They had their chance.
Those jellyfish were worth some money.” Jenny petted Jerry, “They were never
that bright.”
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Jerry
had packed a suitcase weeks ago, checked off days on his Hot Babes
calendar, and read everything possible about Yellowstone National Park.
This had been his lifelong dream, so much so that he had saved
intensely for fifteen years. I can scarcely believe it...Yellowstone! Yellowstone, at last!
Jerry
sprinted to catch his Bus, tripped over a case left on the sidewalk by a
curvy blonde and fell hard on his knee. Even though his scrape bled like a son of a gun, Jerry stopped to
put his packed suitcase into the belly of the beast. The case popped
open, spraying his clothing onto dripping oil by the bus. Hot Babes was
forever disfigured. Finally
ol' Gray rattled out onto freeway from Burton,
Florida, heading straight to Yellowstone. In 30 minutes or so, ol' Gray
wheezed to a stop, and all could see the radiator boiling ,sending steam straight up. Jerry felt his colon cramp and his stomach become a knottymass of anxiety. When ol' Gray returned to bus station, Jerry was nearly crying. While there had never been any sort of competitionbetween calendar to calendar, Jerry had kept years of Hot Babes calendars, crossing off days after days. This was the month...the month... Extent of possible eruption affects
While this is a blurry map, it does show the extent when the caldera blows. Bad news for all.
Ironically,
the next day it was announced that the immense caldera beneath
Yellowstone Park blew, exploded, blasting apart all states from Canada
to Texas, Nevada to Illinois, over to Oregon and down the western coast,
and all parts in between. Clouds of ash covered the skies around the
world.
It was a royal mess. Jerry's
head hung down despondently. Gone, it was gone. As he tacked his new
Hot Babes calendar, Jerry pondered where he would go instead. Iceland? Iceland would be nice...He crossed off another day, heading toward Iceland in a decade or so. Oh, Jerry, poor uninformed Jerry.
Stupid tourists with falling boulders from YouTube
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