… is the name of one of the Diary of a Wimpy Kidbooks, a saying that refers to the one that breaks the camel’s back, the feeling I had in my 3rd week with the grandkids when they were bickering endlessly. It's also the name of a basket store in San Francisco.
It’s remarkable that this small specialty store still exists in today’s business environment and today I will visit it to see if it can help heal a little basket loss I’m going through. On my fateful 70thbirthday, which starting out promising, but took a sharp left turn with the announcement of a positive Covid-case in our Orff retreat, I picked up my basket with my things, a basket that has served me faithfully for over 25 years and was deeply connected with my teaching persona— and the handle broke. The last straw, both figuratively and literally.
And so back home, as I’m dealing with nesting back in my house and dealing with two broken window shades, a still-maddening two keys that work at their whim on my computer keyboard (and one of them the w that I used six times in this sentence alone), a car that needs to be washed and other such paraphernalia, it’s time to see if the irreplaceable can be replaced in some new incarnation. And with Cost Plus closed, The Last Straw may indeed be the last straw of possibility without searching online.
Off I go before it closes and I’ll get back to you.
PS: Not open on Tuesdays. Stay tuned for tomorrow!