House for sale, across the alley, 6/09

Only you, my dear, could appreciate the irony of this short note. I know that the father of the wife of the folks who once lived across the way lives in McCormick Woods, hence the connection to realtors that deal with property in your neck of the woods, no pun intended. But what was wild to see this morning was a McCormick Woods "open house" sign propped up across the alley, in front of that little house.

I think of where you are at now, where you were coming from and going back to every time your visit came to an end here, and then, to see that sign with the McCormick Woods deer logo on it in my alley, well, it just made me laugh and feel just a bit wistful, too.

You, my dear M, product of a pampered lifestyle, would probably see that "shack" across the way and want to laugh, but not laugh the laugh of someone who is terribly comfortable in their soul. "McCormick Woods material?" you might think. Wow, what a stretch that would be. Garden shed, maybe. Golf course maintenance shack, possibly. But McCormick Woods home? Never.

Yeah, daughter of privilege, when will you call so I can tell you about it, so we can snicker over this together? If only you had sense enough to see that that little house across the way was filled with just as much if not more love than anything you can ever hope to see in that toney neighborhood where you dwell. Had you been able to see that you might have left there a long time ago and thrown in your lot with this humble librarian here instead. Then, and only then, you might have been able to look across the alley, see that sign and smile. Then and only then, my love, you might have been able to laugh from the bottom of your heart to the very tips of your teased and colored hair. Oh, the irony!

Love, Your WHMB