Three months, fifteen pounds, blowing bubbles and smiling
We (my son who is home for two weeks – hurrah, and I) were talking this morning as we walked, about the jolt that triggers a forgotten memory. The jolt might be a fragrance, the sight of something, or someone mentioning a long lost event. I wish I had a more efficient filing system for all the memories that have been consigned to the deep and dark oblivion hole in my recall.
What picture does the aroma of corn cooking on a grill evoke for you? How about when a person passes you on the sidewalk and the fragrance of patchouli wafts through the air? Walking through a city you haven’t visited in many years, and coming upon a sign or place you remember from that other time; does it take you back? For me, the fragrance of lavender brings back a major transitioning time in my life. It happened to be the fragrance of the lotion from Thymes Co. I was using at the time. When I smell it, the aura of that time is instantly recaptured, and I feel, momentarily, the way I felt then, ten years ago.
I wonder what will bring the recall of this time in my life, ten years from now? Will it be a song, a smell, or a sound? Who knows? But here I am, ten years after the BIG transition, in a new time of MAJOR change.
For Sale, please write if interested…
See that sign? Yup; the house is for sale. Maybe not the best market, but we decided it is time to move on. My baby graduated from high school this month, and she is heading to school in Chicago in the fall.
I am shedding just a little tear; my baby is grown up!
Sure, she will be coming home, but I really don’t need a four-bedroom house with no kids living here! Of course, two days after the house went on the market, I noticed water dripping from the basement ceiling. Unfortunately, it was coming from the second floor, so everything in between had to be torn up and dried out; disaster! Thank goodness for insurance. So the house was off the market for two prime weeks. Oh well. We continue to pack and paint and try to part with treasures.
I learned a few weeks ago that my job may be obsolete this fall. The public school system, in its infinite (infinitesimal, I mean) wisdom, laid off 460 new teachers. Those are the teachers I mentor. No new teachers, no mentors needed. Yikes again. I am looking for a new job.
The good news? Being a grandma is wonderful! She is growing up fast, becoming more “human,” and she is a lot of fun. I get to see her almost every day; I don’t know how I survived before she was born! Her aunt and uncle fight over her, and everyone wants to nap with her.
Auntie won nap time today.
I love blowing bubbles, reading books about Maisy, and my grandma!
The garden is looking lovely. I am sick of weeding, however, and the rain has finished off the strawberries early in the season. I won’t mind moving someplace where the garden grows in pots!
Popping Peach Poppies
Neon pink Pinks
Romantic, aromatic roses
I have been entertaining myself with a little sewing late at night, when the house is quiet. There is nothing like the hum of the sewing machine at midnight when you don’t have to get up for work in the morning. I have been taking the empty coffee bags from Alterra and making purses and bags and wallets. It’s been fun, and they are great gifts for the people who work there; a thanks for making part of my day quite pleasant.
Alterra Coffee is the best.
My camera and computer fit too!
More good news has come my way; I received the contract in the mail from the publishing company that is interested in publishing my book. Now I have to find a lawyer to help me read the contract! More talk of that in the next few weeks.
Of course there are books being read, food being cooked, travel being planned. Hopefully there will be more time to share in the next few weeks. It’s good to be back here.