Mary Lou Thomas - woman extraodinare

By now my readers (and hopefully I do have readers,) know I work at an accounting firm.  Wait a sec, I'm the only employee, so perhaps "firm" isn't the right word.

Whatever.  Rather than be distracted by semantics, here's the story I'm trying to tell:

The local Methodist Church is my client and Mary Lou handles offering deposits and church mail.  By default, as church membership has declined in the past twenty years due to aging and a declining population.  Mildred Whipple, a person I wish I'd known, grandmother to my boys, (figuratively speaking) established an annual endowment for the church.  That's tidbit isn't relevant to this story.  I just wanted to get it in writing that Mildred had much foresight and was a generous, generous woman.

On task:  Mary swings by on the Monday.  Sometimes again later in the week should she need a check.  A tiny woman of octogenarian age, (mostly) salt and pepper curls, and a thorough hoot. I'm delighted to see her cute face at the reception window any day.

Mary is a kind person.  I recognized that upon first meeting.  I suspect she is a bit shy because it took a little time for me to recognize her humor, (and you really must know I seek that.)  She is funny, dry-witted, wet your pants kid of funny.

A substitute minister was in Drain for the Sunday service, not only a theologian, but a young military man in uniform.  Mary's comment:  I love a little eye candy.  Okay, I get that.  I do. Yahoo Mary!

Got a laugh from me.  You betcha.

I'm not gonna tell the mammogram story - too personal.  I will tell the sock story.  Mary, little bitty Mary, looked down at her ankles one day and was baffled.  Her feet were cold and her socks weren't keeping her warm.  She thought she was wearing socks.  But she wasn't.  Those folds around her ankles were wrinkles. 

More to look forward to. 









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