Paul made butterscotch pudding at lunch time. I took a bite and was instantly 6 years old and sitting in Miss Mary's tiny living room in WV. I would go visit her almost daily because she was all alone and it made me sad. She always had a bowl full of butterscotch candies and a fresh package of Newport cigarettes on her desk. She gave me the butterscotch candy and she got the Newports. We would sit and watch TV ( a rare treat for me). I never knew if she was 62 or 102 but she was my friend. I moved back to WV temporarily so I could care for my great grandmother when I was ten. I would visit her when I had a chance. That was the last time I saw her. It's funny how our brains work. I haven't thought about Miss Mary in years, yet one bite of butterscotch pudding and I remember every detail.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
A Glimpse of Morning
BEEP!!!! BEEP!!!! BEEEEEEEP!!!! The alarm blared its way past my dreams, into my subconsciousness, bringing me startlingly awake. "ugh" I mumbled as I rolled over and snuggled deeper into the covers. Seven minutes later we have a repeat performance of the same show. I deserve a Tony for longest running show, at least three times a day for 35 years running. The past 13 years the BEEP!!!! has often been replaced with crying, "MOM!!!!", arguing children, or a blaring video game (you have to keep the show fresh and alive;) but the results are the same. My bed and I are heartbreakingly parted far to soon, our relationship sharply severed, leaving me in a haze that only clears after my second cup of coffee. I expect word of my nomination by the Tony awards committee any day now!
This morning I awoke to the all to familiar squawks of the Benny bird intermingled with the relentless beeping of the alarm clock. "Ugh" I mumble, my vocabulary is very limited first thing in the morning. "We need a less intrusive alarm clock" my husband says (how he has a word like intrusive ready and available first thing in the morning is a mystery to me; a completely unfair, baffling mystery). "Benny stop squawking and tell us what's wrong." I croak incoherently. "Benny stop making noise and fighting with your brother first thing in the morning" my husband translates. Benny comes running into the room, crying and squawking, climbs into bed and begins his dissertation of his woes. My ears are not really awake enough to translate Benny squawk into English, instead all I hear is my brain beating a constant refrain of "Must have coffee! Must have coffee! Must have coffee NOW!" (we'll discuss my addiction at another time, thank you very much ;)
I grunt enough platitudes to soothe the Benny Bird enough for the hubby to understand the nature of his distress. The Benny Bird flies off once again. I try to snuggle down into the comforter for just a few more, precious, stolen, minutes of sleep. But it is no use. The day has begun and there is no going back. I slowly make my way downstairs, encountering two more melting down children on my way. Paul is ranting and raving over Sam's inaccuracy. Sam is crying and mad over Paul telling him he is lying because he was not accurate. I'm not awake enough to sort out the details yet. The universe is not playing fair today. Three children in meltdown mode BEFORE coffee has been banned by the Geneva Convention and The united Federation of Planets (as any Trekkie will tell you). I send everyone back to their beds and make coffee. Silence is golden!! I make breakfast with little interruption. The boys once again begin to trickle out of their rooms and we start the day again. Let's hope Wednesday 2.0 has a more successful launch!
This morning I awoke to the all to familiar squawks of the Benny bird intermingled with the relentless beeping of the alarm clock. "Ugh" I mumble, my vocabulary is very limited first thing in the morning. "We need a less intrusive alarm clock" my husband says (how he has a word like intrusive ready and available first thing in the morning is a mystery to me; a completely unfair, baffling mystery). "Benny stop squawking and tell us what's wrong." I croak incoherently. "Benny stop making noise and fighting with your brother first thing in the morning" my husband translates. Benny comes running into the room, crying and squawking, climbs into bed and begins his dissertation of his woes. My ears are not really awake enough to translate Benny squawk into English, instead all I hear is my brain beating a constant refrain of "Must have coffee! Must have coffee! Must have coffee NOW!" (we'll discuss my addiction at another time, thank you very much ;)
I grunt enough platitudes to soothe the Benny Bird enough for the hubby to understand the nature of his distress. The Benny Bird flies off once again. I try to snuggle down into the comforter for just a few more, precious, stolen, minutes of sleep. But it is no use. The day has begun and there is no going back. I slowly make my way downstairs, encountering two more melting down children on my way. Paul is ranting and raving over Sam's inaccuracy. Sam is crying and mad over Paul telling him he is lying because he was not accurate. I'm not awake enough to sort out the details yet. The universe is not playing fair today. Three children in meltdown mode BEFORE coffee has been banned by the Geneva Convention and The united Federation of Planets (as any Trekkie will tell you). I send everyone back to their beds and make coffee. Silence is golden!! I make breakfast with little interruption. The boys once again begin to trickle out of their rooms and we start the day again. Let's hope Wednesday 2.0 has a more successful launch!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
A Vacation in the Past
Hello my friends. It has been too long!! I've missed our chats. So much has happened in the last few weeks that I barely know where to begin.
As many of you know, I recently went away for a family wedding. My amazing, wonderful beyond words, husband took vacation time from work and kept ALL FIVE BOYS so that I could spend six days ,by myself, in my childhood stomping grounds, the eastern shore of Maryland. It was wonderful to be home. It was a very personal, deep time of introspection for me, a time of joy and a time of mourning, a time of reunion and a time of loss. It has taken three weeks for me to even begin to get my head around all that happened over those six days. Forgive me if I seem to wander a bit in this post. Consider this post the lazy river ride around my brain. Grab an inter-tube, a cool drink, lay back, relax and enjoy the view.
My vacation began on an early Thursday morning. I rushed through airports, caught connecting flights by the skin of my teeth and arrived in MD exhausted, a bit frazzled and ravenous (I hadn't had time to grab breakfast in any of the airports because the flight schedule was so tight). I grabbed lunch at my favorite Italian restaurant and headed to my hotel for some shut eye (exciting I know. I'm the life of every party;) As soon as I had caught a few hours of sleep I hit the beach. I love north Texas more than I can say but I so miss the beach. It was fabulous to sit and listen to the surf and allow myself time to destress. I visited the old coffee house I had worked at as a young woman. I'm not sure how to describe the experience other than it was like stepping back in time. The man who runs the place was like a surrogate father to me. It was amazing to stand next to him on stage once again, to share and to sing his favorite hymn. I wish I could capture those moments like sand in a bottle, they are so precious. I reconnected with friends whom I had ministered with 17 years ago, yet it was as if time had stood still as we picked up right where we left off. I found myself wishing the night wouldn't end because I knew deep in my heart this was goodbye. Bittersweet, precious moments in time.
The next day, I headed to my old hometown. I stopped into the jewelry store where I had my first job when I was 13 years old! It was amazing to reconnect with my friends there I had not seen in so long. A huge thank you to my friend Melissa, who owns the jewelry store. I stopped in only to reminisce yet she took one look at my engagement ring and declared it needed to be reshanked (it is an antique handed down from my husband's late grandmother). She not only reshanked my engagement ring but also did some work on my wedding band. If your ever in Princess Anne, MD stop in to Bailey Jewelers and say hi to Melissa for me. They have amazing, one of a kind jewelry pieces designed by both Melissa and her late husband John.
I finished up the evening, on the veranda at another friend's coffee house, looking out at a lake and wild life while surrounded by family that I love so very much. It is said you can never go back home but this trip showed me that sometimes you HAVE to go back home. No one knows you better than the one's who watched you grow and helped to shape you. So much has changed so much in the past 20 years, the storms of life have reshaped parts of my personality and character. Yet for a brief moment, I was able to reach back through time and touch the girl I once was, to walk in her shoes and reconnect to what was important to her. The funny thing is, I discovered that much of what was important to her is still important to me. I had just forgotten.
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Deal Island on the Chesapeake Bay |
My vacation began on an early Thursday morning. I rushed through airports, caught connecting flights by the skin of my teeth and arrived in MD exhausted, a bit frazzled and ravenous (I hadn't had time to grab breakfast in any of the airports because the flight schedule was so tight). I grabbed lunch at my favorite Italian restaurant and headed to my hotel for some shut eye (exciting I know. I'm the life of every party;) As soon as I had caught a few hours of sleep I hit the beach. I love north Texas more than I can say but I so miss the beach. It was fabulous to sit and listen to the surf and allow myself time to destress. I visited the old coffee house I had worked at as a young woman. I'm not sure how to describe the experience other than it was like stepping back in time. The man who runs the place was like a surrogate father to me. It was amazing to stand next to him on stage once again, to share and to sing his favorite hymn. I wish I could capture those moments like sand in a bottle, they are so precious. I reconnected with friends whom I had ministered with 17 years ago, yet it was as if time had stood still as we picked up right where we left off. I found myself wishing the night wouldn't end because I knew deep in my heart this was goodbye. Bittersweet, precious moments in time.
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Sand sculpture done by a friend in MD. |
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One of many original Bailey Jewelry designs |
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Main St of my hometown |
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Dustin and Julie |
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Nina Marie Walker |
Sunday morning dawned bright and early. I spent the morning at the grave of my aunt and good friend, Nina. We grew up together, even shared a bedroom for a while. We giggled together over first crushes, ogled posters of cute rock stars, I "helped" her do her school projects, and she taught me to paint my fingernails. Nina lived life to the very fullest. There isn't a week that goes by that I don't think of her. Afterwards, I needed a few moments of peace, so I headed to one of the most peaceful places I know, Deal Island. There I sat, my feet in the gently lapping waves of the the Chesapeake Bay. I had one of the best Sunday services of my life, just me talking to God on the deserted beach.
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Dee and her beautiful brood ;) |
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