Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Lead Pin

It helps to be creative with language when you have the Big A.

Setting up the lightweight bowling pins for us to play at work, one woman told me insistently, "They have to be in a triangle. This, " waving a pin at me, "is the lead pin." 
The one that goes at the tip of the triangle, I guess she meant.

Later we made applesauce.

"If only my mother..." she said.

"Did your mother make applesauce?" I asked.

"Oh, and how! But she's dead."

"I'm sorry. My mother's dead too," I said. "I really miss her."

"I miss her! The mother is the lead pin."

1 comment:

bink said...

A mother who's a lead pin... love that!