Whenever I start to run out of material, Mrs. C comes through for me.
Tonight, when I returned from taking the garbage out to the street I opened the front door and knocked over a large umbrella. I was not familiar with this umbrella.
“Where did this umbrella come from?” I hollered as I was about to put it into the umbrella stand that is next to the door.
“I brought it in from the car, and don’t put it into the umbrella stand.”
My next response was going to be, “Why isn’t it in the umbrella stand?” Now I had to amend the question.
“Why not, that is what an umbrella stand is for, so the umbrella will not fall all over the place.”
“You just don’t know how to stand it up correctly!”
“I shouldn’t have to, and you’re begging the question. We have an umbrella stand, why won’t you use it.”
“Because I need to bring it back to the car.”
“So, if it is in the stand I will forget, if it is outside the stand I will remember to bring it back to the car.”
God help me, I think I understand.
The logic train doesn’t stop at our house, and suddenly it doesn’t seem to matter.