today, i walked into chuck's office and out of the corner of my eye i saw two "ugly dolls" on the couch. (chuck is my creative director. he does not play with dolls. they must belong to his daughter.)
ugly dolls are obscure. and there are at least 20 different kinds.
the ones on the couch were "target" and "wage."
target is mummy.
"Target is the oldest and the wisest of the Uglydolls. He is also the hairiest. The other Uglydolls are a bit scared of Target's body hair, and wonder why he has so many arms. But they come running to Target when there are questions to be answered. Old age may bring Uglydolls extra arms and whiskers, but it also brings wisdom and foresight. Target is often bailing the other Uglydolls out of trouble and getting them into more sophisticated forms of mischief."and wage is me.
"Wage is a hard worker, just like you! He works at the local Super Mart and wears his apron to serve his customers best. Does Super Mart know that Wage works there? Nope. But Wage doesn't mind. He likes to put things in bags, especially snacks. Wage is best friends with Babo, but there is always room for one more (you). The two of them can often be found on the sidewalk trying to make friends with fire hydrants, phone booths, and other lonely creatures. Wage hates for anyone to be lonely! What's with that look? Is Wage happy? Sure he is! He smiles on the inside. "
babo is magee, icebat is buzzy and tray is maura.and, again, i think "thank you, mummy."
because i am struggling right now. i am trying really hard to clearly remember things before the cancer.
i climb into bed every night and close my eyes and try to remember a really good time. and it's so odd that i can't, because our life together was a series of good times.
and yesterday i remembered how she loved it when i gave her the target doll for christmas a few years ago. and she loved it the next christmas, when i gave her the "in case of emergency" box with her children's dolls inside.and i remembered how she smiled when i brought her emergency box into the sunroom when she was sick and put it in a spot where she could see it.
(we sprung them out of her "in case of emergency" box. because sending mummy to gate of heaven cemetery was an emergency.)
babo, wage, icebat and tray (pictured above) are with mummy right now, underneath her pillow.
i brought her "target" doll with me to the hospital and slept on the floor with it every night. i keep a miniature version of it in my purse.
she always bailed us out of trouble and got us into "more sophisticated kinds of mischief."
i'm still having trouble remembering the last time i saw her throw her head back and laugh. and maybe i'm working too hard at it. i don't know.
but seeing target and wage together on a couch at my office was a very sweet "hello."
