I received many wonderful and unforgettable gifts for Christmas this year, but one of the best was the review of my memoir, Dear Elvis, that follows.
Thursday, December 30, 2021
Thursday, December 23, 2021
I'm feeling lazy today although I'm almost ready for Christmas. I put up the tree last week and mailed all the cards - the guys at work were sweet. One came into a crowded break room as usual, took his seat beside me, and whispered,“Thank you for the card,” A young driver, who always treats me as though I were a princess, shyly called me from the room to thank me; and a third, who is always sweet, simply said “thank you.”
Anyway, all I have left to do is wrap the presents, of which there are few, because this year, we are doing a pollyanna in a family that seems to be growing exponentially, and because I am trying to save money so I can finally retire.
And so I am just sitting here staring at my tree, wishing the presents were wrapped, and thinking about a family that grew by just one more than two thousand years ago.
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
Friday, December 17, 2021
Thursday, December 9, 2021
After I wrote my last post (La, La, La) my daughter Cindi, who edits all my posts, said, “It’s all over the place.”
Is she right? I wondered until I read it back and saw she was.
“It’s also fun,” she added, so I published it anyway, all the while wondering, why can’t I write? What’s wrong with me? until doubt – otherwise known as writer’s block - turned to despair.
“Leave it alone and it will come back to you,” a friend told me once when I complained about being unable to write. So, I tried and failed, and tried and failed, until I finally left it alone – for a week, for a month, for months until one day when I picked up something I wrote long ago and thought, I am a writer! And I began, doggedly, to write again. And the block that had become a boulder began ever so slowly to dissipate and, finally, disappeared.
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Last week I got to enjoy five days off for the Thanksgiving holiday. There was a time when having five days off would have freaked me out. Like: OMG, how am I going to fill all this time?!?!! But since I turned 80, I am really enjoying time away from work. Being 80 is also a great excuse for getting out of work. Like:
My daughter: Mom, can you empty the dishwasher?
Me: No! I'm 80.
My boss: Can you do an extra (school bus) run?
Me: Are you crazy? I'm 80?
Last Friday, which happened to be Black Friday, I ran out to (I don't remember what I ran out for!) and found this adorable (but large) bear for my youngest great-grandson's second birthday. Afterward, I sat
in the kitchen cooking scrapple ( a Philadelphia delicacy and a great alternate to turkey) and getting ready to watch Get Back, the new Beatles documentary.
It's funny but I never liked the Beatles much when I was younger, but now (that I'm 80), I love them. One of my favorite Beatles songs is Hey, Jude. I especially love the la, la la, in the middle. It's so typical of their silly but serious style (which is a lot like mine). Listening to their music and moving is a good way to get my daily 7000 steps, which I recently reduced from 10,000 (because after all, I am 80!)
Sunday, November 14, 2021
I was so taken by something my grandson, Rob, put on Facebook, I decided to post it here:
You know what's a great feeling? Reconnecting with people from your past. Over the past two years, I've been doing just that. Reconnecting with people I haven't seen since high school and college, and it’s been amazing. Catching up with people, seeing how they’ve grown up, and who there’ve become. But an even more amazing feeling is when you get together with people you haven’t seen in 5, 10, or even 15 years and it’s like you were with them just yesterday.
I feel truly blessed to have the friendships I have. If you’re someone who never left my life, you’re awesome; if you’re someone I reconnected with recently, you’re awesome; and if you’re someone I haven’t reconnected with, you’re awesome and I miss you. Let’s hang out.
Rob and two of his cousins have experienced other miracles in the past two years – the birth of three of my greatgrandchildren: Malcolm, who was born in October 2019, Grayson, born in December 2019 and little Amaya (in the middle) born in February 2020, all of whom kept me going throughout the pandemic.
Monday, October 18, 2021
I used to watch the sitcom, Everybody Loves Raymond, every night until I knew every word in every scene in every episode. And then I stopped watching it. But the other night I wasn’t sleepy at my usual bedtime, so I turned it on. The episode playing was the one in which Raymond turns the bathroom over to his wife Debra who installs a dimmer switch and fills it with candles and flowers.
This one isn’t so funny, I thought. But I put my phone down and started watching it anyway, and before long I was laughing – not just laughing but laughing out loud and long. I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed like that.
After it ended, I turned out the light, put my head on my pillow and, remembering the ending, I laughed again, which felt so good. It changed my perspective. It made me feel better, lighter, happier. It also helped me remember something from my past – a memory came back to me as clear as a bell and I re-lived it and felt it the way I did the first time it happened. Wow, I thought as I felt that most wonderful, most elusive feeling of all – joy.