Buffalo Gal

My cousin-by-marriage Karen is one smart lady.
I didn't know I needed a stuffed snowman named Bill until she gave it to me for Christmas.
Bill stands about three feet high, carries a Nerf football and wears a Buffalo Bills Scarf and touque. He has two perpetually rosy cheeks, button eyes, a faux carrot nose and a deeply curved, unyielding stitched on smile.
Thus, in a practical room of practical things, he stands sentry over whimsy. His post is right across from where the full length mirror is propped, where he is always smiling approval of any wardrobe choice.
I see him immediately as I walk in the door (OK, I see the entire "apartment" as I walk in the door, but Bill just stands out from the cheap furniture and office piles).
While I haven't actually spoke to him (yet), one gets the feeling that he knows all about Charlie, Jen, the cats, my friends, and the rest of the life that seemed to close behind me when I left St. Simons.
He quietly reminds me that I really am in Buffalo now, where I have the kind of family who give me a snowman.
And know he'll do a good job.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-01-15 8:03 AM Bill the snowman My cousin-by-marriage Karen is one smart lady. I didn't know I needed a stuffed snowman named Bill until she gave it to me for Christmas. Bill stands about three feet high, carries a Nerf football and wears a Buffalo Bills Scarf and touque. He has two perpetually rosy cheeks, button eyes, a faux carrot nose and a deeply curved, unyielding stitched on smile. Thus, in a practical room of practical things, he stands sentry over whimsy. His post is right across from where the full length mirror is propped, where he is always smiling approval of any wardrobe choice. I see him immediately as I walk in the door (OK, I see the entire "apartment" as I walk in the door, but Bill just stands out from the cheap furniture and office piles). While I haven't actually spoke to him (yet), one gets the feeling that he knows all about Charlie, Jen, the cats, my friends, and the rest of the life that seemed to close behind me when I left St. Simons. He quietly reminds me that I really am in Buffalo now, where I have the kind of family who give me a snowman. And know he'll do a good job. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top