Currently listening to: “Alejandro” – Lady GaGa
Brolly, you had been the best of companions. And now you rest in the garbage can in the Gage lobby, alongside your fallen compatriots, a mere shadow of your glorious polkadotted past. Just like your predecessors, you served well in times of desperate need (not forgetting times of less urgency, of course). Where Mary Poppins impersonations seemed apt, you were the perfect prop. When poking the up button in the elevator seemed more appropriate than simply leaning over, you were always there. Late-night traipsing between Gage and Fairview would have filled me with raccoon-avoiding trepidation if not for your presence, warding them off at arm’s length. And if there was a scene to be made, a flounce-off accompanied by a dramatic jab always seemed to do the trick. Not to mention the following: countless baton-twirls along lonely midnight walks, reaching for objects high-up, smacking irreverent individuals, and my god, accessorizing! What larks we had!
and thus commences the Search, once again, for that perfect walking umbrella of just the right height, with the perfectly curved handle…
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Another broken umbrella?! (see Miriam)
Tyler- alas, the grim reaper strikes hard.
RIP
I also mourn for mine…