I’ve seen a couple of older posts this evening and have talked to one old friend over the weekend, and Jim even gave her a video tour of our place. Let’s hope a visit is forthcoming.
I see posts from last February, before we even knew we were moving, and friends were kind and helped out. D helped out when Mom was in hospice, right after Hurricane Ike that devastated our community. I heard she’s now back in Canada.
We have mutual friends over the past ten years, but more that span prior years. We hosted Jim’s high school buddy and family a few weeks ago and while it’s great to have a blast from the past, current adventures are always on the “menu.”
Yes, we move according to Jim’s work, that’s a given. His baggage includes the old lady and the dog. OK, two old ladies. One cooks for him and makes sure his clothes are clean, and the other just sits there, looks cute and chases a ball from time to time. I won’t tell you which is me.
Sometimes I think of 1963 before November 22 when my mother had her hair done every week, and vacuumed in a dress, stockings and pumps. I do it in sweats, tee-shirt and crocs or have it done. Doesn’t that sound awful? I have it done. The shower and floors that my arthritis rails at, is done, every two weeks.
I get my hair “done” too, not in a teased-up, sprayed ‘do but discreet highlights and a good cut and every few months.
A few months ago I received a cookbook from my grade-school music teacher, and it’s wonderful to have people all over the country and world that I’ve studied under, lived with as roommates, worked with, and traveled with that enhance my life, as I hope I did theirs.
If more people studied the world and traveled outside of the computer, it might be a more peaceful place. Right now I meet wonderful young people who seem to be on a good path in life, but there are so many dangers now that were not there when I was a young girl. We didn’t lock our doors, as there was no need to do so. I advise young people to talk to your parents and avoid unnecessary risks. You will thank them later, OK you might thank them when you’re 30 and have two daughters.
I never thought I had a mentor. That’s because there wasn’t only one. There were so many teachers, professors, colleagues, board members and fellow advocates and they were there all the time. I just didn’t see it. Jim’s mother restores family quilts and makes her own. We have a civil war-era quilt she’s re-worked for us and a modern quilt we love and I helped her put the squares in place.
As we are in furnished housing Jim’s mother has the quilts for safekeeping. When we move and get our own furnishings out of storage the quilts, which I’ll probably have to drive to re-obtain, will let us know that we’re home, wherever that may be. And may our family and friends visit us and show them the splendor of “our” mountains. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 