Brother can you spare a dime?

Our daughter now climbs on a stool kept near the exit at the grocery store. She likes to wait there while we check out. So we weren't surprised when she perched there on Saturday. We were surprised, however, when another patron stopped and gave her a penny. Next time we're going to set her up with a cup, and a "hard luck" sign...

Epilogue*

After 14 months on the market, our old house sold --in September. Per instructions, I disinterred Saint Joseph, and I'm working on clearing the dirt from his folds. Now I'm supposed to put him in a prominent place in our home. Two problems: not convinced he did anything on our behalf to sell the house, and my spouse isn't too thrilled about placing a Catholic statue in our home. I remind him that Joseph was Jewish. I point out the Celtic Cross we left on the doorpost of our new home, which we didn't remove. I had planned to sneak Joesph into the cabinet with the Judaica, when I learn that some friends who have their house on the market never made the pilgrimage to the Catholic book store. So Joseph will be passed on to them, where I hope he works a little harder.


*Thanks to Julie for pointing out that I hadn't closed the book on this story (and for reading this blog).