When a child is born, a mother's consciousness splits, and forever after a piece of her bifurcated mind will be with her child. Maybe this happens to fathers too—I can't speak to that. Now that my daughter has given birth I think she will understand why I sat in the parking lot of the hospital for six hours waiting for that event.
Why, pray tell, were you in the parking lot?
ReplyDeleteNo waiting room?
O.K. you got me.
ReplyDeleteIs the dual washing machine motif symbolic of the mother-child forever tied symbiotically theory?
Or am I the only one in the dark?
deuce
ReplyDeletedeuces can be wild
in sport, an equal
it takes two
to make a sequel
you are never in the dark alone...dear cba...I will always be there with you...I am wondering doesn't the new mom have a washer and dryer?
ReplyDeleteI think grandmother Claudia is buying Hannah these new units.
ReplyDeleteWhy else would she take a picture of them and feature them in her blog?
Bet she's making lunch, too.
Sell my cars, indeed.
I'll have a pastrami on rye, hold the mustard.
And thank you, Neruda.
I'm joining you girls in the dark...
ReplyDeletelet me know if you figure it out
Guys, how can you be so literal minded? I like the picture. Dunno why--not the washboards. Maybe the colors. It's a laundromat in West Plains.
ReplyDeleteDouble load speaks to what I was thinking about. The end. Not deep.