I love snail mail- gleefully dancing a jig up the driveway whenever I get mail! It’s my mom that started that happiness with me by mailing me a Holly Hobby birthday card- my first piece of mail long ago. I still have it. Mama had lovely handwriting and Parker pens which were magical to me the way the brilliant blue ink, rolled across the page. She would write long letters to her mother on fancy stationary. I vaguely remember Grandma’s letters, pencil on notebook paper, sometimes sending Mama sage leaves from the garden. Mama would joke and tell us she hoped no one would see it and think it was marijuana. I didn’t get the joke as good as my sister did. Times change, life happens, children grow up and last year I was feeling sad and blue, I didn’t mail one card. My best penpal and daughter, C, graduated. My Aunt Allene and Mrs. Morton have been gone for several years, I missed those cards and letters. Then like Ebenezer, I thought, people don’t care, or “that person never even mails me a card anyway”, it won’t matter. I donated the cards I had bought to Goodwill. Nah humbug. Friday after work, J was thrilled to tell me about all the Christmas cards that came in the mail. Right on the top, was a card from my precious SIL, that has been battling cancer (for the second time) for the past three years. Tears came to my eyes, as I opened the card and read, “Merry Christmas, love Donna and Phil”. I was so happy, so uplifted by that card. Sincerely, all I have is “now”. I went to the store, found some “Original Grinch” (my favorite) cards that made me smile and started writing and remembering what Christmas is really all about. I wish you a happy holiday with a mailbox full of cards.
Thank you John Prine for your masterful songwriting – especially “Souvenirs”. “I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
for they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
of my childhood souvenirs.” (John Prine) I have been hanging onto things so tightly, memories, scraps of my childhood and it’s time to let go, really let go of some of these things which really make me more sad, I can’t change it. When things would get broken my mom would be so mad and sad. We didn’t have much and those broken things were from a happier time for her. She would wrap things up and put them in the China cabinet and save them. Mama died at 50, the things she saved were for nothing because she didn’t get to enjoy them. The lesson I took from that, I used everything. I brought out the few things I had from childhood and shared it with my children since they never knew my parents. Things get broken. I have one piece of my wedding china left, we used it all the time and had many happy memories with it even when we broke a dish. So this “aha” moment came when J and I went on the porch this morning and I saw my precious garden angel that my lifelong friend T gave me- broken! I loved it so much because she gave it to me. Immediately, J said he was sorry, maybe the cats knocked it off. We could fix it. I told him no that it was okay, I had enjoyed it and tossed it in the trash and gave him a hug. Keep the good memories, let go of the bad, especially broken angels.
It was nice to switch things up a bit and go out with J work friends at new Southend Brewery tonight. There’s the habit we have of crashing after brain drain and long work days even for Friday’s survival. We enjoyed the company and the newly refurbished brewery on Lewis Street. Right next door, a must stop at Gso Distilling for the best holiday gift of all- CHRISTMAS WHISKEY! Bill, Andrew and Shelley know how to make a lovely holiday beverage- The Norman’s suggested Bonchon Asian Fusion for dinner, and they didn’t lead us wrong. Sweet crunchy wings, home style coarse coleslaw were so delicious, hard to share! J had spicy beef and glass noodles bowl. Hard decisions to make- with such menu delights. Very attentive wait staff, we will be back and soon! Full bellies and happy hearts ❤️
Well a few kind words can go a long way, so I’ll keep scribbling with the pencil (or typing on the keyboard😀) thanks for listening and comments welcome too.
Oh Stevie Tyler cat, and the trouble you get into, random and often! How can I love you so much? You’re not even my cat! Your master moved away, for three dogs, two goats, one horse, eight naked cats- my little orphan you are. A hard and rocky start for you and your sister, abandoned the day you were born eight years ago. No one loves you as much because you are a pain in the tushie. The health problems, the possum brawl, that time well meaning neighbors thought they would adopt you, the two weeks CL accidentally shut you in her room while we were on vacation, then you started sleeping under the recliner- THAT almost did you in like an accordion cat. So now, 24 hours and two flashlights later, I don’t know where you are. You got two lives left buddy. I hope you turn up soon. Stay tuned… #crazycat #failedfosterparent #stevietylerescapades
The plants, the plants…of which I had gathered together, a few weeks ago for sanctuary, on the back porch, even repotting a few and sharing. CL had to have a few for her new apartment and the “sorry your dad is dead” peace lilly had a few babies over the summer that needed a new pot. I was awoken to scraping, shoving and tossing and cussing- I didn’t pay attention to the dropping temperature- so JM brought them in. Guilt, guilt oh the sting of it. I threaten to just leave them outside to avoid the refrain, “don’t have any room for all these plants”. Some of them have went on to “death plant row” just so I wouldn’t hear the grumping. I am the plant executioner, as much as I am the plant “savior” as spring threatens to return… many have such a story that comes along with them-my family scrapbook, and I’d be sorry to see them, black wilty and exterminated, one more piece of my past dead, dead, dead. Blame it on SAD, but mostly me on mad that I fell into the fall trap of Indian summer, “I have more time”, I’ll get them in this weekend. And I should of, but I didn’t – so tomorrow will be either the plant lecture that he had to bring them in, of the stony silence and reproach of him having to- cause “oops I’ve killed a few more of the things I love”, plant survivor guilt- forgive me plants, because I don’t deserve you. Oops.
We consider this thought a change, debt are few, obligations reduced; “do it now or be sorry- you got comfortable, have a few kids and forgot about it that travel! There’s still time-gather up that earnestness to hit the road, and send me a postcard! Oh the people you will encourage to LIVE!, but taking action. GO SEE DO
This program has really been weighing on my ❤️😺🐶. If not now- when; if not me- who?
courtesy of Creative Loafing