I have been schooled on secret security tactics. I have the pictures to prove it. I have been confounded by no-clue keys leaving me clueless. I have been bombarded with banded business cards. He has shaken his head and laughed at me, not wishing my predicament on anyone. Funny, because he put me here. What could been next? Where is the next lesson coming from? To say that I waited with anticipation would make me a liar pants on fire. I dreaded whatever would happen.
Today’s lesson: hats. He came to me with paintings of hats. No. Let me clarify – each crude, ugly, painting had a hat in it somewhere. An Indian wearing a turban, a Mexican wearing a sombero, a military man wearing a helmet…you get the point. Hats. Elephant wranglers and Turkish dancers…all wearing hats. He came to me with hats; said he wanted them hung up. Was he kidding? Afraid not. He leaves me not with wise words or great guidance, but with hats.
Today’s Lesson in Hats
~*LunaSea*~ 
Not a comment to this blog-but rather being curious again. Did you check out the letter, by now? I`d really like to hear what you thought… . 🙂
I have and there is a letter in the works to you…You confound me…but in a good way. 🙂
That`s fine-you`re welcome, no big deal. 🙂 And don`t worry about sending “a letter”- an email would do! 🙂 Sorry for having been “pushy”-I just can`t help but be really curious to hear how people liked stuff that I gave/sent them. It`s fun to give stuff to friends that they might enjoy/like… . 🙂
You know what … You’ll figure out the keys. You’ll find the gems in the heap of old banded cards. You’ll sift through all the debris and find your own way. The bitterness is his to wrestle with, don’t let him dump that on you too.