For her entire life, this house was all she knew until it came time to live in her husband's home.
She imbibed with her roommates-treats and nip. But...
C (impatiently holding the screen slider): c'mon Molls, you can't be half-in and half-out!
J (using his Molls voice): Why not? I'm a magical cat!
The new children's book she was going to write had the working title of "The Persnickety Chickadee."
She related to her husband an encounter she witnessed between a work colleague and a bloodhound. The women were on a sidewalk eating ice cream when her colleague spotted the dog hanging its head out a parked car window and went over to chat. Standard stuff: "oohhhh what a good boy you are, yes you are. A verrryyyy good boy" and so on. After a couple of moments, the dog raised its head let out a rather long, wavering howl. Both women were taken aback. "What kind of response was that?" she later asked her husband, who replied "he's from the South and good manners there dictate that one must respond when spoken to".
They began to notice that every so often in the early evening, there would be a large congregation of species together in the back yard. Sometimes there would be 9-12 different mammals and avians hanging out and having a snack or drink: the peaceable kingdom hour. The couple later described these events as their "Attenborough Summer".
She was embarrassed by her father's insistence during their Sunday family drives in the country to arrive at some unsuspecting relative's home around supper time with 5 mouths to feed.
What smart chimp figured out that borax is an effective ant poison?
A local AME church liked to say that they fostered a "confluence of generations", a Christian community of all ages.
She liked using the term of "dragons" as an analogy for formidable tasks such as completing her doctorate or learning to drive. The problem with dragons she said, was their fire which knows how and when to penetrate you.
After leaving two sloppy joes on the table unattended with the cat hanging out seven feet away, he returned thanking the cat for not molesting his sandwiches. The cat was grievously offended, protesting "you make me sound like a common criminal." "I know how you like to get your snout into things" he replied. The cat was further offended by the insinuation that she lacked proper control for one and that her nose (whose shape she always admired) was referred to as a "snout", e.g. "piglike" and therefore a thoroughly unwarranted example of weight stereotyping. She stomped off to kill something to make herself feel better.
Their mom: I'm so glad I didn't have to buy that. Thanks humans!
She began doing her evening yoga on the pool deck, where by 6pm, there was a strong patch of sun. Often would be a decent breeze and upon finishing her workout, she loved rising with the wind in her hair, seeing the dappled sunlight through the birch leaves fluttering in the breeze.
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