Writing

A NEW ENDEAVOR …..                                                                              June 11, 2012                                                                                       

…Or just a dredged up old, past one that didn’t even belong to me;  however Gail Smith and I did all the drudgery to keep Gary’s Fluff and Fold afloat while he stayed afloat on a surfboard searching for the Big One — and no doubt still passing  out his business cards.  (See Mondays with Melitas, 6/04/12)

One day I said to Gail, “I think  it’s about time for us to throw in the towel here —, and she countered back in the blink of an eye with “ Yeah, along with the sheets, wash rags, sweat shirts, and don’t forget the undies.” We were simply washed out in that laundry — and probably all dried up like an older prune (me) and younger one (Gail.)

We went back to our real world.  Gail went back to being a sort of starving artist type, and I went back to being a sort of barkeep type.  This was circa 1965.  A few years later, Gail went back to the farm — and don’t forget the Cadillac Agency — near Kansas Cityto be with her aging father.  They would get along beautifully if he was a kibitzer like she was.  (I must look into that somewhere to see if that is an inherited trait.)  It’s probably been 50 years since we lost track of one another, and who knows?, she may have become “late.” That’s how they say you have croaked in Botswana:  you are late.  Well, that is mighty true.  From here on out, you are late for everything.  (Read about “late” in The Ladies #1 Detective Agency”  series by Alexander McCall Smith —you will be glad you did.)

With Gail out of the picture— and I don’t even know how far out — I have to dig up someone to help me open the New Age Fluff and Fold here in the Valley. It means the pool of prospects is very limited.   Not that many want to take orders or follow my advice these days, and the Warden will testify that truer words have never been spoken.

If  I can’t find all the ingredients to get a nice New Age Fluff and Fold up and running, I have a Plan B to fall back on, and just maybe it might be the better way to go in the first place.  I would give classes on “How to Fold Your Laundry.”  How many of you know how to professionally fold a FITTED sheet?  Ah ha! got  you there right off the bat!  This would not take up all my time it takes up in running the business.  I could schedule classes when I feel like it.

I will approach Tammy, my esteemed Memoir Writing Coach, and talk to her about my plans.  I must try to be very diplomatic and tell her I need her office space once or twice a month on days writing workshop classes are not scheduled, and I will give her a pittance for use of the space, and she can get some of the glory being my assistant at these classes, simply because everyone taking my class will love and adore us for showing them how simple it is to have good-looking, folded laundry — instead of the way they are now just wadding up the fitted sheets because they haven’ t a clue how “they” do that.

There will be hundreds of ladies wanting to get into this class, and probably some guys  may want to learn this folding method.  The classes will be for maybe  6 or 8 at a time, and it will keep me busy juggling the schedule, etc.  Each person will receive a sheet of Instructions and diagrams with all this wealth of information just in case they didn’t get the picture in class, and they will be able to pass it on to the next generation for their enlightenment.  Just think about it!

THE END

(Some of my fingers keep locking up on me, so done for now)

MELITAS FORSTER                             MONDAYS WITH MELITAS – JUNE 11, 2011