The MNF group got together last week for our annual holiday dinner and white elephant gift exchange. Some lovely items made the rounds. For example, Ron and I went home with matching garden ornaments, which Kristin and Roger had decided to purge from their yard.
Actually, I went home with the pair. While Kris was distracted, we stashed both statues on the trunk. "This is perfect," I said. "I can hide them in the shrubbery around the border of our property. It will be a game for visiting children: find the little Dutch kids."
My family is the manufacturer of those statues!! I am from the Netherlands and we are exporting those figures all over the world. The are wearing old dutch clothing from the 19th century. We also have the correponding windmills and Amsterdam houses.
On Saturday, Kris and I attended book group at Andrew and Courtney's. We discussed José Saramago's strange Blindness. (Bookworms: there's a sequel, Seeing.) After the discussion, as we were loading the car to leave, Kris spied the statues in the trunk. "I don't want those," she said. And then she got a sly grin on her face. "Let's leave them for Andrew and Courtney."
I snuck back up the driveway and planted the statues in a flower bed, taking care to pose them so that they kissing.
Who knows where they'll end up next?
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2005 — Now It Can Be Told In which I relate the tale of Harrison's birth from the perspective of iniquitous men.