Sticky Memories

 Why oh why, do some memories stick in an easily accessible part of our brains, for such a long time? I'm certain I've lost a handful over the past couple of decades, but still--most of those brain stickers are still well stuck. I'm not complaining ... not usually.

There are two memories from my toddler time and I reckon there's good reason those two stuck. In both situations, it was all about wee me doing something that disgusted my teen sibs. And another, when I may have been a little older, of playing with a friend at their house, while my Mom was visiting with her friend and neighbor. Mom's friend had a console stereo and it was playing a catchy tune (that can still become an earworm, amazingly), Ragg Mopp. 

It hadn't occurred to me until very recently, that the reason I might remember Ragg Mopp, may have been entwined with the news my Mom and I, may have heard. Perhaps that was the day when we learned that her friend was getting a divorce and leaving with her children. 

You'd think the memories would include the sticking point. Or do they leave that section out to give us something to ponder in a pandemic. I know I've done my fair share of pandemic pondering. You?

Love, K

Nearly Normal, But Not

 Just days after I had written about missing anticipation, a real life opportunity arrived. My eldest sibling, the family matriarch, the person who helped raise our flock, until she had her own, was going to be in town. A brief stop, but we could meet. We hadn't been together since Thanksgiving 2019. 

Watches were synchronized, coats and masks were gathered, and (in great anticipation--the good kind) off we drove to the appointed location. The hourish visit, felt gloriously normal, except for the lack of a tight, warm embrace. We chatted, we laughed, kinda caught up, had to eventually remove glasses due to condensation overload. <happy sigh>

And then, like the recent snow, it was over and they were gone. There's a small depression trying to form inside my brain today. And then a realization: this is like the "after the party's over" feeling, isn't it? So ...  nothing new, just the usual running its course, but now there's possibly too much time for mulling. Pick yourself up, K, and pick a chore--any chore, but DO something. 

Love, K

SNOW!

Today, I'm thankful for shelter and free entertainment. Thanks for the snow, weather gods!

 

What Do You Miss?

 I miss the anticipation.

The anticipation of a new day,

A new week,

A new month,

A new season.

I miss the anticipation.

Of a friend's company,

Of the unexpected,

Of spontaneity,

Of normalcy.

I miss you.

Love, K

{Musings over 10+ months into the Drumpf Era Pandemic 2020-2021}

My Mess of a Nest

 Since our current situation began, I've unintentionally built myself quite the messy little nest, here at the dining room table. Maybe once, maybe twice, I've done some sorting of letters received, tossed the accumulated junk mail and made a small effort to tidy. But that's it. I spend more time in this chair, than ever before--not proud, but not ashamed. 

Of course, now that I'm sitting here writing and musing, there's a niggling urge to do some major tidying and maybe even washing this sad, pitiful tablecloth. Don't worry, that mood won't last. Most likely, I'll be distracted by something on the radio (Live Wire just started), or I'll remember something I wanted to tell N. 

Sometimes, not often, I think of creating a space for myself in the "futon room", where our office and N can be found. But ... I like view from here. The birds, squirrels, weather, neighbors and the changing light, provide enough. Enough for now. Love, K