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I have no idea what’s in my pen this evening. Let’s just see.
I save pretty olive oil bottles for reasons unknown to me till the other day when I saw on Instagram that tapers fit right in there as if made for one another. Apparently you think it’s really cool and pretty or not at all, I’m noticing. One daughter said, “That’s really cool, Mom, I’m getting French kitchen vibes.”
Another daughter said,”Really? Why?”
A Christmas cactus plant from Walmart reminds me of Elv’s father. Actually Mom Graber gave me a huge old Christmas cactus once that she said was Dad’s. He has been in heaven for almost twenty-five years, and now I’m wondering what’s happened to that dear old plant. Anyway, I felt repentant somehow when I saw this one, so like it, and wanted to go back. Dad’s plant would break out in a hundred blooms in the fall despite Mom’s keeping it in a cold back bedroom or maybe because. We shall see if this one lives to see more Christmases.
But back to Elv’s dad. He had stories he never really told. You find that out after it’s too late, you know, after they’re gone, with some folks. Sometimes I try to get Elv to tell me his stories. Elv and his dad must think their stories are boring or something so it’s like pulling teeth to get them out of them. I have yet to figure out how to do it. Elvs not hiding anything, he just believes that there’s nothing remarkable about them. So why try to make something up, is his reasoning. It’s a personality thing, I’m sure, because he has siblings who like nothing better than to spin a good yarn from their childhood days.
I had such good plans for Thanksgiving dinner, invited the family, and was feeling all traditional. Nostalgic. Anticipatious. (That’s got to be a word.) Today, I figured out that everybody has other plans, except for maybe one of the married children. I’m a great one for emotional roller coaster rides about these things. Now that I’m over that hump I’m kinda thinking we could just work on firewood that day around here. Sigh. The reality is, Elv and the children aren’t all cozy with traditions like I am. I have yet to happily go with the adventure of the unknown. Sometimes I get really annoyed about it and other times I stay all chill .. with a bit of effort. Don’t worry, my opinions and desires break forth eventually. I’m no angel myself, you know.
I guess that is enough for now.
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