614 The Lady of the House Explains 7-18-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

I do not want to live in
what my grand daughter, Juliette, calls,
“… a white bread world.”
I would love for Jose’,
our gardener,
who so skillfully
trims our hedges
and cleans our gutters in the spring,
such a nuisance, those pine needles,
and Sarah,
(that’s not her name,
I call her that.
Her real name is some African derivative,
and utterly unpronounceable,
Shaquina, or something,)
our cleaning girl,
who keeps our home so spotless
and does it so, unobtrusively,
softly humming some negro spiritual,
so soothing as I read
in the sunroom,
and, Oh!
Silly me!
Where as I?
Oh! Yes!
I want them both to
be our neighbors in some house,
not next door of course
I know they couldn’t!
The properties are costly
and dear Wendel,
my husband,
could not abide all those
ninos scampering about
and Sarahs insistance on
going to church
so early on Sunday morning
and staying there almost
the whole day,
it is so annoying!
Thank Goodness Reverend Bradford
starts worship service at
such a convenient hour…
It gives Margret,
our cook,
more time to prepare
Sunday luncheon for my
Ladies Bible-Study Group.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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