We’re halfway through May ~ wow! I’ve been traveling so much that I was halfway through April when I realized my desk calendar said … March. And wouldn’t you know that, ever since my last post, I’ve been craving Penny Candy? 🙂
I’m not here as much anymore, sorry, but I do read your posts when I can, and I think about writing. I really do. I just … well … 10 & 12 hour work days + night meetings + copious travel and … yeah, you get it. Something’s gotta give … and this g-a-v-e.
But a few randoms caught my attention lately and I thought “those would be great for the blog” – so here we go. Random 5 on a .. gulp .. Wednesday.
(1) Mother’s Day was great – relaxing – joyful. The boys came and went, chats were had, hugs and presents were given. Didn’t need anything fancy – just them.
( 2 ) Is it just me or has there been an uptick in anonymous calls? Home, office and cell phone. Hey, pal, if you can’t even announce who you are, I’m not answering. This isn’t 1974 when no calls were ignored …!
( 3 ) My face. In traffic. Every day. Except I’m dressed.
( 4 ) Did this the other day — walked around looking for my glasses which were on my head. Geez Louise. Have you gone to the basement and walked around wondering why you were there? Came back up only to remember? Gah!
( 5 ) An Auntie shared this photo recently of Dad’s mother, Grandma Pearl. I get my naturally curly hair from her. She was a marvelous cook ~ her pan-fried burgers with sautéed onions were to die for ~ and her baking was out of this world. Sometimes she let me help – such a privilege! I had the good fortune (and prior planning – wink wink) to be over for a noontime visit she’d invite me to stay for lunch with her and Grandpa and, before lunch even started (translate feast) she’d hand me a plate and ask me to go pick out baking for dessert — in the basement she had a freezer full of baked treats – gingerbread cookies, short breads, “Aunt Mary’s cookies,” home-made donuts, tarts, bars and more. Any lucky grandchild carrying the plate could simply tip-toe down the gleaming white stairs to the baking freezer, crack open the lid and take our pick from the plethora of homemade goodness that lived there. Setting the selections aside as we enjoyed lunch together, the treats would quickly defrost. After lunch, Grandpa would dip spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee/cream, they’d quietly nibble their selections in the midst of the clatter my stories must have generated. When I see her face, I’m transported to the summers of my girlhood — pigtails, my pony tucked in the barn or a 10 speed right at the front door. I feel again what I’d always known to be true. Something they didn’t speak of, you had to be there to feel it. Loved.
What’s new in your world? Did your Mom have “the Mom look” down? What picture or fragrance transports you back to your Grand parents? Do tell!