She came into the florist wearing her Michael Moore Film Festival badge, and I mistakenly took her as an employee.
“Oh, I don’t work with the festival, just an attendee. I’ve watched 30 movies so far- most of them were good, a few not. I have been attending almost since it started. Something to do.”
She had me make a low arrangement for a bedside table. Guests were coming.
“Can I watch while you make it?”
I created a tape grid on the top of the glass cube vase- a little trick to keep flowers in line.
“So that’s how you do it? I’ve never seen that before…”
“That’s one way, ” I answer.
We make small talk about Traverse City, the Cherry Festival, Michael Moore and the Film Festival, and Movies on the beach. It’s delightful here in the summertime. Lots of tourists.
She’s a pleasant lady. Always impeccably dressed and well-groomed. She could teach me a thing or two.
She’s shopped with us a couple of others times, and always asks for the same arrangement and the privilege to watch. Yesterday, she said “No occasion, I just want to cheer myself up.”
“Are you enjoying this beautiful weather? I had a yard sale and finished a really great book- a novel, and I usually read a lot of non-fiction…1000 White Women, its called. I offer an overview.
“Oh, I don’t have time enough to spend on fiction.” she said.
I am reading a biography of Ulysses Grant…”
You are my kind of lady, I said.