Coincidence? or more hooky business --

I wanted to include this picture and story in my last post, but blogger was being temperamental about letting me post a picture.

I've had the marble story in the edit section for a bit, waiting to have the kind of time it takes to post something of moderate thought -- something other than the smut as of late. (If conditions around me are too chaotic, my simple mind seems to go on that track -- or others of similar depth. I like to fancy myself a deep thinker, but more often than not I think, speak and write in snippets from my own private Idaho where many of the potatoes grow in shallow soil. I'm not really a deep thinker, I'm confused and prone to short circuiting. It feels deep, but really -- it's just messy and all about me.)

Now, about the Melba box.
Rich has a living grandma and her name is Melba. She is in her 90's, doing well and living in an assisted living apartment complex.

A few days ago Rich came home from his latest job and said, "guess what I found today?" And he showed me the bottom side of a very aged, round metal pill box looking thing* that he had found in the dirt that day. "Guess what it says on it?"

When I was fresh out of guesses he turned it over to reveal the name: Melba.

My first thought was that Pops was telling us Melba is about to die. My second thought was that maybe he was just saying hello.


* We opened it and there was a partially disintegrated make-up brush and some very old powder blush. At first glance it just looked like dirt in there -- a closer look revealed the pink color of cheek blush.