ROCKING RENEE AND THROWBACK THURSDAY!
About a half-lifetime ago, I used to travel around the country a bit producing radio and television commercials for the St. Louis shoe company where I worked. On these trips to distant cities, I got into the habit of picking up an unusual looking rock and bringing it home to my mother who would add it to the aquarium that housed her terraium garden.
Mom passed away more than eight years ago, and with my lack of green thumbs the terrarium soon followed. And it has been sitting out on the sun porch ever since. Last week in one of my clean freak breakdowns, I cleaned out the assorted rocks and shells and dumped the potting soil in a hole in the lawn. I also washed the rocks and shells thinking I might give them to my nieces for craft projects with their young children.
I found it one Sunday afternoon while walking through Central Park in New York City. The reason I brought it home to Mom was because it looked like her dog Nickie who died of old age shortly after Mom did. A second look at the rock convinced me that now it looked like my canine companion Mlle. Renee when I adopted her seven years ago.
If I must be honest, I guess Renee did look like a young Nickie when she picked me out at the Animal Shelter. But that was almost seven years ago, and Renee’s muzzle seems to be greying up a bit these days.
Well, you be the judge.