Utilitarian sparkle and glitter litmus tests....
We're in Tennessee and half-way home. Yesterday, Chris and I had a last ditch flurry of creativity. We took the mess to the Mason's lawn trying to keep some of the glitter out of the house. That attracted a two-year-old who placed one hand each in two bags of glitter and beamed like the movie character 'Amelie' when she presses her hand through a barrel of dried beans. When John asked me where this magic took place, I answered 'in our front yard' and laughed at my mistake, recollecting Chris's habit of calling the trees 'our installation.' (Truth be told it did take a village. Chris, Oren, and John have every right to claim ownership, along with a host of others.) I made the toddler a flower on a stem. She circled around us as though playing 'duck, duck, goose' saying : "Sparkle, dust, sparkle, dust" while waving the flower like a wand and watching the glitter fall like rain.
I watch how people interact with dogs, interpreting their behavior as a sign of character. I am thinking glitter is a similar litmus test. Doug, of Public Works fame, laughed when he relayed that his wife asked him about the glitter on his cheek. It made Chris and I all the more committed to make sure the trees would find their home with his organization rather than with another potential buyer who hinted at glitter being a nuisance. Can you imagine? At any rate, Oren passes the litmus test because he couldn't resist 'glitterizing' their water utility cover. If only whole cities shared his zeal.
