>> Thursday, August 7, 2008
We don't employ a Wal-mart greeter at our house, but we do have a very friendly bear at the front door.
She usually stands in the same spot, wearing a golden crown. . .. but she has been known to move around a little and dress for holidays and special occasions.
She's four feet tall, brown, and is handy for waving or holding bags with her flexible arms.
Why? How? You might be wondering.
I can give you the "how", but there is really no "why" except that she looked like she belonged with me.
I was shopping in a florist's wholesale store with someone who needed my van for 'cargo'. It was the most incredible place to shop: bottom floor / outdoors filled with any and all kinds of plants and trees of varying sizes, and the upstairs - full of household decor, accessories, lighting, ribbons, etc. In the very back of the second floor, decked out for a Christmas display (in the middle of summer), was this bear and some of her family.
She's lived with us for a few years now, and has never given us a bit of trouble.
No one's ever been frightened of her, even though I tried to convince the teenagers that she is like one of the bears in Kings, and that they'd better be respectful!! (They didn't fall for it.)
We've never named her, and that sounds a little sad as I tell her story, but she hasn't meant less to us because of it.
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