Basically, life in a town with a population of 180 people is pretty simple: The goats in our meadow are the garbage collectors, colorful laundry decorates the entrance to the city gate daily, cars go unused (perhaps for years) and "neighborhood watch" is conducted by a little man who, impeccably dressed, circumnavigates the town like clockwork at least six times a day (In a gentle act of defiance against his daughter who does not want him to smoke, he has secretly stashed single cigarettes behind bricks and in hidden pigeon holes in the walls so that he can enjoy his little pleasure. Everyone in the town knows about his little game. Some of us have been thinking that as a hostess gift we will surreptitiously add cigarettes to his collection before we leave).
And the bells in the tower ring every hour and quarter hour to make humans, doves, crickets and chickens pause ever so briefly.
Perfect shot of the neighborhood walkman. Great squinty scowl of defiance. And fortunately more for the wall that might help inspire sorting through the pile of laundry once at home again.
ReplyDeleteMama, I just got back from leading a trip in Glacier to come and read your blog! I am so proud of you and your tenacity to stick to it. It feels like I am talking with you everyday :) Love it!
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