Thursday, October 9, 2008
"Hope is independent of the apparatus of logic."
Mater bought a safe the other day. A sturdy, waterproof vessel it is, with a number of tiny keys and its very own private registration number so that, in case she ever lost the ability to open the box, the manufacturing company would assist her.
The trouble, Mater tells me, is that the box is enormous, far larger than she had originally intended to bring home. It is so vast that instead of being a mere cash box it could well be used to house Mater's family heirlooms and jewels, had she any to speak of. It is comforting to know, though, that there is a ready place in her home for any treasures that cross her path.
"It looks really empty, and I'm looking for monetary donations to fill it," she quipped, and, despite its clumsy size, managed to rattle the hollow box over the telephone for my listening pleasure and my sympathy.
It is wise to begin with an empty receptacle and the faint hope that it might later be filled to capacity.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 12:58 PM