elephant ride

the godfather came back into the radiation suite the other day.

he got the chance to see 'dumbo' for his very own eyes.

little did i know, he snapped a picture of me beneath it, that hulking, elephant like machine.

me and dumbo, during our regularly scheduled late morning date.

i didn't know he took it, so was surprised when i saw it.

i said god.  what an awful picture.

show no one.

too late.

one of our daughters works at his office a couple days a week after school.

she said i saw your radiation picture.

it was weird.

i said it is weird!

had i known, i might have smiled, or straightened my gown or hair.

oh well.

who poses for radiation shots?

but dumbo has been on my mind.

i texted the godfather the other day,

i'd like to ride an elephant.

 then poof.

the thought went out of my mind.

i can't say i would have thought about it again.

this morning i walked outside to get the paper at the end of the drive.

when i returned to the house, the godfather was at the top of the porch steps, arms folded across his chest, like he was super VIP.

sometimes this is okay with me.

sometimes not.

he said an elephant?

i said what?

he said you want to ride an elephant?

i said yes.

yes i do.

he said i know a place.

i said you do?

he said yes.

i said how?

he said i just do.

it's out near bottoms bridge.

he has a way of being a kind of institute of random facts.

but like most godfathers, he's 'connected.'

by the time i brought the paper in, made the coffee, and laid it out on the table, he'd gotten it lined up.

elephant ride.

here i come.

sorry dumbo.

you can work your magic.

the godfather will work his.

xx katy