You must have a friend from high school who is living a wonderful life somewhere. For instance, Mrs. Linklater is living a wonderful life in a tiny house in a whitebread suburb outside Chicago. She is sure her friends from high school must envy her good fortune.
her friend Karen here with Mrs. L's younger daughter. She, poor thing,
is stuck in Paris on the left bank in an apartment with fourteen foot
ceilings. She bought it after a boring career as a model for some of
the top couture houses, like Givenchy and Nina Ricci, to name the only
two Mrs. Linklater can remember. How dreadful to suffer so long in such
a deadend job.
Mrs. L is sure Karen is absolutely green with
envy that she didn't have a chance to clean up poopie diapers and wipe
Blueberry Buckle off her best blouse. Or have children that she could
threaten with bodily harm.
And taking a long leisurely bath in
her pink marble tub can't compare to the luxurious life of a working
mom. Just between us, if Karen has told Mrs. Linklater once, she's told
her twice, it must be so much nicer to clean up the cat's furballs
yourself, what with help being so hard to get these days. Not to
mention the thrill of taking out one's own garbage. A luxury the French
can only dream about.
while Mrs. L is singing along to her Toni Braxton CD's in the car,
Karen has to make do with her second career as a chanteuse, performing
in front of sophisticated audiences at very posh clubs. It has to be
help get her over this sad midlife crisis, Mrs. L paid Karen a mercy
visit a few months ago. Her daughter had business in Paris so she just
tagged along. It seemed like a great time to have a reunion with
her old pal, so they made arrangements to get together one evening for
dinner. With a stop at her apartment beforehand.
when Mrs. L gets together with old friends they take a lot of pictures
together, but this time she made an exception. As you can see from the
first photo, Mrs. Linklater had her daughter stand next to Karen. What
a thoughtful gesture. She didn't want her friend to be intimidated by
Mrs. Linklater's glamour and style. Why embarrass Karen. So her
daughter was a good sport and agreed to pose with her instead. Just so
unflattering comparisons couldn't possibly be made. For her good friend
of course. Mrs. Linklater has a considerate side, too.
second picture was taken in the living room of Karen's bare apartment.
What a shame she couldn't afford real marble and had to paint the
fake stuff in a sad attempt to fool people. Tragic. Wouldn't some
artificial flowers be perfect on the corner next to that green vase
like thing. Perhaps with some Lladro figurines. Always a
classy addition to any mantlepiece. But Mrs. L's friend probably can't
afford these extra touches yet. Doesn't matter, she'll have the place
looking spiffy in no time.
There's a lesson for all of us
here. Remember, while you're gnoshing high on the hog, let your friends
know that you never forgot your roots. Like Mrs. Linklater.