Howdy,
I was a young kid, but I still remember. It was so funny to me back then.
… And, I guess, it still kind of is.
So, there was a Christmas when I was young — held at my Uncle George’s house in Woodland at the time, a large Hawes family gathering — and he gave my mom a gift that said, “I’m a little behind in my work.”
My Uncle George has a great laugh, deep and full with smile to match, which may be part of why I remember it. But that day, he enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it, and I don’t think my mom minded it too much, either. It was funny. Tame and cute, puffy, quilted buns on an oven mitt or something to hang on the fridge with a magnet (maybe for a to-do list), with that cross-stitched or embroidered, “I’m a little behind in my work.”
My mom hung it on the fridge and kept it around for a long. I wondering now if she still has it; I’ll have to look for it next time I visit.
Anyway, it’s good to get another smile out of the memory and a little bit of a blog post out of it, too. I thought tonight I might just write and brief description of the Christmas gift and its line, “I’m a little behind in my work.”
But now I’m not quite as far behind as when I started; I’m just a little behind.
—Billy
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