The light was right yesterday. Sometimes those days come along. Oh, it was hazy, and boy was it was humid. But it wasn't sunny. The right kind of "shooting the white iris" weather. (Click for detail. You can see the early allium I posted two weeks ago is in the upper left corner, now going to seed.)
A funny thing happened at the pool on Friday night. A woman came into the locker room carrying a towel. Ordinarily, this would be, well, ordinary. But she asked each person she walked by if they were Roberta. When someone finally responded in the affirmative, the woman said, "Your husband is out there worried about you. He says you forgot your towel, and wanted me to bring this to you."
There was a pause before Roberta said, "That's the dog's towel!!"
The locker room absolutely erupted in hoots, hollers and giggles. We knew his heart was in the right place, but each of us could imagine the smell of wet dog and the transfer of dog hair that would happen if we dried ourselves with the dog towel.
As I have a preference for lockers by the entry door, I was privy to the conversation that followed on the other side. The woman whose errand it was to rescue Roberta explained to her husband, "Ummm ... Roberta says this is the dog towel. She actually has hers."
The pained, "Ooooooohhhhhhhh ..." that followed pretty much said it all. And I laughed all the way to the pool deck. I just couldn't help myself.