She Does That A Lot

Oh... Trudy.

What?

You're in my Jumpingfish.

She came into the room laughing.

What am I doing? she asked.

You're smiling and agreeing.

She laughed again, louder this time.

I do that a lot in your Jumpingfish!

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Potatoes

In the middle of the produce section there was a bin of potatoes: small, red, new potatoes. I stopped at the bin and looked down at them. I picked one up between my fingers.

For a moment I was thrown back in time. It was many years ago. It was summer. The sky must have been blue. The sun must have been shining. We were outside, my brother and I, with my grandmother. We were standing in the garden where the goat pen stood years before they bought the house.

We were standing in the garden, and my grandmother was hunched over pulling new potatoes and carrots out of the ground. She handed us a couple small carrots to eat -- straight out of the dirt. And she collected the new potatoes -- in a bucket, I suppose. (She always had the perfect bucket to hold the things she gathered.)

And then I was back in the produce section of the grocery store.

Let's get some for this week, I said to Trudy. She smiled and agreed.

I pulled a plastic bag off the roll and gathered several handsfull of the potatoes, one potato at a time.

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