Clean 'ouse

Duputtas are constant reminders of where I live and who I live amongst.  To be honorable and respectful to my neighbors I never leave my home without my mandatory swath of cloth wrapped around my head and shoulders.  I like my duputta for nose wiping, sweat wiping and baby mess wiping.  I don’t really like them on my head and around my neck.  When temps soar they protect against the sun while outside but worn inside they are like heavy woolen blankets on a warm summer night.  No matter how I feel about them my children think they are magical.  I can create a wave of blue ocean.  A pink castle.  A fuchsia bubble.  They are beautiful things to create and imagine with.  Abe has one.  Too many have gotten holes so I finally gave Abe his own to do whatever he wants with it except fish for monkeys off the verandah.  His favorite use is as imaginary reins to his tonga (horse drawn carriage).

Abe was off.  He had his backpack on, and he was ready to ride his imaginary tonga away.  I asked him where he was going.

“Me go work.”  he replied.  How sweet a little boy who wants to be like his Daddy who leaves to work.  For about five minutes he disappeared behind a curtain.  When he returned I warmly welcomed.  In true curiosity I queried, “What did you do today at work?”

“Clean ‘ouse.”

Pretty precious but not quite right as my Hubster is not a professional gambler.  What a laugh.  I am thankful that Hubster leaves for work and that his son wants to work too.  It is a good thing.  A God given grace.  I am thankful for work.  (most days)

Please do not miss noticing the OLD COMMODE in the background.

Adieus Squatty Potty