I’ve seen statues of angels and they don’t have poorly maintained pony tails and bushy beards but one of this type lives at my house. When John finds a good buy on something “important” he gleefully make the purchase. He practically butt dances on the bench seat of his little truck driving home and he plants the precious thing in the middle of the living room floor. Then he begins looking for a home for his strange pet.
“Denice could use this.” He once announced. “I’m not sure she’ll like it or need it.” I said. “Oh, yes she will!” He answered and when he saw a doubtful look on my face he added, “She just doesn’t know it yet. Give her ten years and she’ll look back and say, ‘That was exactly what I needed I just didn’t understand that at first.'”
When the thing was delivered Denice thanked John in a way that assured him that he’d fulfilled her fondest dream, whether she knew it or not.
We’re now looking for a home for a giant box containing 2000 feet of cling wrap! I’ve moved it into the kitchen even though John hasn’t yet tied of creating prose poetry expounding its virtues.  nancymauerman.com