47×365, No. 99 – Clyde
Posted on 09 August 2008
You used to sit around your living room in your T-shirt and thin cotton boxers when your wife’s sisters and their children visited on Sunday afternoons for long sessions of coffee, gossip, and cigarettes. It was your way of staking your turf. Ours was by not leaving.
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silent and verbal resistances.
Pearls last blog post..Sunlit to Candlelit
Pearl,
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I love to read your pithy comments. You pegged my point, exactly.
Uncle Clyde never seemed to get my occasional innocuous comments about feeling a breeze in here, or about going shopping at “the gap.”
Once a smartass, always a smartass.
I do have to give him credit for enduring our horde of women and children who descended on his home most Sunday afternoons. He was mostly pretty long-suffering. ;o)