I remember that as I was getting older, I would be upset with my folks when they would say about certain occasions,” It’s just another day.”
Once again, Easter hits me hard in that my parents are not here with me. My nephew Greg bought me a white hyacinth-something I traditionally would have gotten my mother, and at least a little piece of my history is repeated. Of course, it would stand to follow that I am married to a man who is allergic to flowers every time someone give me some. Not a good call for a flower lover such as myself, but, ah, the price of love….
Kielbasa was a staple of my Easter, but I would be the only one who ate it. My husband would make a few stabs at it, but that is how it goes, If you haven’t been brought up with it, I guess, you have no ties to it.
So instead, I will hold a fire in my heart for Easters past. My heart aches for my parents, but hey,
“It’s just another day.”……
My nephew Greg just left. He came to pick up ham I made for them. I remarked how old I am: sitting here alone with the fur girls, watching Pope Francis I have the Easter Vigil Mass at the Vatican.
Jim is out painting our front fence, as we get the house ready to sell. Melancholia is quite overwhelming. This house had me busy on this day for the first six years, as I would be preparing for Easter. Then Mom got sick.
It is good to have good memories; it doesn’t make them hurt any less, but they are good.
A blessed Easter to you and yours.
It has not been a good week.
Found out a friend of mine who was 2 years older passed away suddenly last week. I saw her at the beginning of the month and she was in a helluva better shape than I am in.
The coughing got a little quiet but not much, as both Jim and I are fighting it and it makes for the wrong kind of melodies going on in our house.
A good friend of mine is scheduled for pancreatic cancer surgery on Monday and I know the odds…
and to top it all I am missing my Mom a lot..
It goes without saying it is Holy Week and the Easter Tridium, and my prayers are going overtime on so many levels.
The hard part is I remember the line from the movie “Rudy”…” Man asks for God to answer prayers, and God does, in God’s time.”
Things have really been sucky during the day.
When I hang out with one of my BFF’s,Denise, at lunchtime, we seldom do anything but stay back at our desks.
Today we didn’t.
We decided to do the poor man’s shuffle to 9th and Market Streets to the Walgreens. We got Easter Candy.
Yeah I know. I don’t NEED Easter candy, but sometimes, it just gives you that little comfort that you need.
We had a good time chatting while we were going over and, if anything, it makes me miss the old days.
Another of my BFF’S, Kathy,made a beautiful egg arrangement for me….what a sweetie!
Enjoy your holiday!
I always try to be nice.
Nice guys finish last.
Gotta remember that.
I also try to remember that, as Helen Gurley Brown used to say, ” Only God and the working girl take care of the working girl.”
Days like today make me want to run home with Jim and get it ready to sell so I can get outta Dodge.
It’s just not the same as it used to be.
Or maybe I wised up and got tired of being the nice one.
Any way you slice it….it’s time!
Mike our neighbor is over.
We are listening to You Tube, Jim is playing his guitar and we are singing songs of our youth.
**the two shots of whiskey I have taken are the best cough medicine to listen and sing along with.**
It’s good to kick back, and the fur children always enjoy Daddy playing music.
Life is good!
Me too, for that matter…
I was totally frivolous yesterday.
I had a bad, long day and I saw this and I knew I had to have it!
I always loved royalty, and British Royalty, in particular.
Her majesty was looking at me, waving her wave.
She now lives on my desk!