So I was in kind of a funky place all day vis-a-vis the whole Valentine thing. Not so much because I was feeling pressure to meet some societal standard of adequate gifting etc. The standard is self-imposed and is one that I’m comfortable with.
No, the problem was that the item that I had carefully hand-selected has not arrived. And when I went online to check on its progress through life, I was informed that the website was sorry but that it could not provide updated information about whether it had even shipped, let alone where in the hell it might actually be. I was welcome to call Customer Service.
I was not, frankly, in the mood to call Customer Service.
So, I resorted to the next best thing which was to substitute a place-holder gift to tide The Lovely Rhonda over until the real deal finally makes it off the slow boat from China or wherever it will be coming from. Thus did the children and I hop in the van and head over to a place where such things could be obtained.
Just before leaving I was struck with some kind of flash of inspiration, or maybe it was something I ate — there is a wicked virus blowing through the house, more on that later — and found myself sitting at this very keyboard tapping out a little something.
I’m not much for mushy cards full of Hallmarky sentiment, but it turns out I can churn out a limerick for any occasion. Behold:
There once was a nurse with red hair
Whose life needed urgent repair
She stole a man’s wife
‘Mid stresses and strife
Despite all advice to beware
They married, those ladies bespoke
And some might think she treated it a joke
But love is mysterious
She takes it quite serious
So, disregard naysaying folk
I love you more each passing day
I’ll go anyplace that you say
I’ll stick to you always
And chase you down hallways
If ever you scamper away
Be mine always
…. I didn’t really steal her but it sounds better that way.
And the virus? Two kids out of three so far. We would not have made that trip to the place in the van this afternoon had I realized it wasn’t just one of those things for the first kid. It hit the second one as we sat at the dinner table. Lucky us!