Sunday, November 29, 2015

Preparing a quick supper before leaving for work one morning, I stretched toward some shelves Mark put up in our kitchen and set out one of our three crockpots.

Marking another first for me, the mom who could be a grandmother by now, I smoothed down the drama and trauma of missing my youngest daughter's recent visit to the family doctor.

Helping prepare a program for my Monday (reader's) Club prompted me to dig out the correspondence my family has saved over the years.

Although I've noticed the graduation cap and gown hanging in my daughter's closet on those few occasions when I invade her private space, nothing brought her imminent graduation home so vividly as an awards night ceremony where her classmates were honored for their high school achievements.

It strikes me as peculiar how one little thing can change the course of our existence so quickly. Some of life's greatest tragedies occur in a mere second, altering everything that follows.

I first spotted the recent fad, a yarn manufacturer's dream, when sisters entered the Next to New Shop where I work part-time.

Shopping for my daughter Josie is easy. I envy her this. She knows what she wants, sticks to her list, and makes her choices with little indecision.

A catchy name for a chair shop, the words Pull Up a Chair once graced the sign on a small building in Columbiana that has housed several businesses over the years.

"Should we rent the marquee at the cinema or a lettered sign on a trailer?" "Let's compare prices." Later, after we checked, "The marquee is almost a hundred dollars for one week.

Our high school band enjoyed a chartered bus trip to Toronto in March. My senior, Jo, was included, although she's not part of the band but has several friends who are.