After years of joking (and not joking) about it, I finally did dramatically cut back my coffee intake to one coffee in the afternoon, but yesterday I told L’s Mother that I was considering having a second one.
“So long as you don’t judge yourself for it,” she told me.
It doesn’t bother me, per se, that she knew me well enough to say that, but it does bother me that she was right to say it . . .
“Can you remind me again when you’re planning on taking the Christmas decorations off the holiday tree?” I asked L’s Mother the other day.
“After Candlemas,” she replied.
I just looked at her and sighed, “Now I’m gonna need more rope.”
Today out of the blue my son told me, “I’m placing my hopes on that this country pulls itself together soon . . . not my money, but my hopes.”
After yesterday’s post I just want to say that I think Steel Magnolias is a movie worth watching, but you need to know what you’re getting into before hand especially if you’re recording your reaction and have put on mascara that day.
One of my guilty pleasures in life is watching “react” videos on YouTube, and I snicker every time I see some innocent summer child announce that today, knowing absolutely nothing about what they are about to watch, they are going to watch The Thing or Alien.
But the other day I knew true horror when I watched a naïve little southern girl announce, “Today I’m going to be watching Steel Magnolias . . .”
Oh, what the heck . . . enjoy. I think we’ve all earned some boring news for a change.
I’m not exactly sure why, but I found myself thinking about my cousin Jimmy this morning. He passed some years before the birth of my son, but I still remember Jimmy as being my fun (if occasionally jerky) older cousin, and wanted to honor him appropriately.
Hey, Jimmy! Remember when you were so proud of yourself when you beat me at Clue? I just want to say that the reason you beat me is the same reason that I didn’t steal your college-bound girlfriend away from you . . . because I was twelve!
I know full well that not every day can be fun-filled, but it takes a special kind of day for even my “fun” to not have been any fun.
There are times in life when one must absolutely brave the storm, but you must equally absolutely avoid “stupiding the storm.”
Yesterday I was in a zoom meeting and I was struck by the juxtaposition of my image on the screen (i.e., the image of a person you might expect to hear saying something like, “No, Mister Kent, I expect you to die.”) and my voice as child (that I’d heard earlier that day thanks to my mother finding some old tapes) saying, “Ah shure doo miss ya daaddy!”
Candles & Curses 