NPM: #22–bumbershoots and such
L’Avenir est Quelque Chose (The future is something)
by Dobby Gibson
All day for too long
everything I’ve thought to say
has been about umbrellas…
I own a passel of umbrellas. Some I have adopted, since they get left in my classroom. A few I inherited from my mother-in-law who actually had an impressive collection of them, ranging from the impressive wooden-handled proper British brelly to the cheapy insurance company giveaways. I have bought my own umbrellas when the mood strikes. I carry an extra one or two in the car. Once, I stopped and gave one to a child shivering in the rain while she waited for her school bus. In fact, I toy with the idea of becoming an umbrella aficionado and giving them away as I see fit. I will wait for white hair and the Social Security checks for that to transpire. A crazy old lady is considered harmless–at least I hope my umbrellaling will be considered benign, if not quaintly amusing.
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Pam Webb 
Umbrellas don’t last long in our house, even though we buy the huge ones. My husband is 6’7″, so they’ve got to be big.
LOVE the poem. Thanks!
I like those golf spectator ones. I should splurge and get one.
Perhaps a blog-brella giveaway!
If you have one with a sword in the handle or a secret drinking flask, I’ll enter any contest your throw at me.
Channeling your Emma Peele?
There are far worse thing to channel, that’s for sure.