Recent Musings. . .

We all remember having to go to our grandmother’s closet to get her winter coat for her and it smelled like moth balls.  A disgusting smell, even though when we’re older we respect her for taking care of her clothes while we let them unravel rather than put moth balls in our closets.  Somehow they smell like the dead.  And closets are scary anyway – you never know what goes on in there.  Like my crazy Aunt Ginnie who believed Satan was living in her closet, and who am I to argue? But like many things, smells have gotten better. Therefore closets are less terrifying. So take care of your clothes, and kiss your granny for being so wise.