We saw a great production of "Rock of Ages" last night. A trip into the Big City for us rural rubes, with a before show treat of an exotic dinner of Indian lamb curry with all the trimmings. A lovely night out. An advance Mother's Day gift to me as Daughter will be working on the real one in May.
We had some great weather, record high temperatures but outside right now? Wind, rain, all day. Fire going. Cosy indoors. Wretched outdoors.
Real moment of ohmygawd the years - where have they flown? - when Grandgirl forwards her university graduation photos to me yesterday. A burst into tears moment: pride in her, but a sense of loss and gratitude all mixed up. That I'm alive to experience this when so many don't make it. That she has grown up in a blink. Her world is her oyster now as she is considering grad school in Europe.
I've got a procrastination list as long as my arm. I'm living like some spoiled diva, knitting and reading and doing a bit of writing and living off the benefits of previous labour, i.e. frozen meals, bread and soups in my freezer. Recommend. Also ideas. I think I'd go mad without my brain generating ideas all the time. Some small, some large, some executed, some stored in one of 10,000 notebooks. Do I burn them all before I die?
But reality beckons, a few tax returns, some writing commitments and a completely deferred editing job. My brain just wasn't there. It's coming back. I need to straighten up and fly right.
So there I am. For now.
U&m, my mother achieved the venerable age of 89. Karked it in 2002.
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Ah, yes, reality beckons. But why the rush?
ReplyDeletePressure, self-applied. I can be a lazy spoiled old sod Tom and just do what pleases me.
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Ah, yes. It is the payoff for being so kind to your future self! That little girl looks precious, smart, sparkly, and I guess she's still the same. You are blessed, as they say.
ReplyDeleteShe is Hattie, very smart. A double major in International Development AND Economics. One of her profs has hired her for the summer. We are so very proud of her. And did I mention Dean's Honours List? Grandmas can brag, right?
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Indian lamb curry and the works in great company? I envy you despite being a vegetarian. I saw the grown up version of the photo of your grand girl on facebook and agree with you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ramana, they offer vegetarian options at this wonderful spot. And the plates are killer, very hard to finish all of it even for this foodie.
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My oldest g'daughter graduates high school this year, indeed it does fly by, eh? I sit here with a blanket over my lap, looking out at the new snow. I might has well have a shawl and rocking chair. Maybe I should switch this cup of coffee for a mid-morning beer......
ReplyDeleteI know - it's like the fairies call us to play and cast all cares and commitments aside. A friend and I chatted today about nothing being finished when we go, I have my next blog post, thanks Mike :)
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We have our own birthdays and special events that call us to sit, catch up with friends, and contemplate the scope of our lives. Grandchildren's special events, such as graduations, can do that, too. I find I have more forgiveness for my own young foibles when I view them through the lens of traits I might share with a grandchild. I wasn't always as adventurous as I would now wish I had been, but I can forgive myself when I see a grandchild who also needs to answer every "what if" before she ventures forward. I smiled when you characterized your granddaughter as someone who has the world as her oyster, hoping that you felt that way about yourself, too.
ReplyDeleteLinda: It's funny you should say that, I understand myself more fully particularly through my daughter who shares many of my quirks and what I find charming in her I would beat myself up for.
ReplyDeleteI only felt that way about myself once I left the stranglehold of Ireland. I couldn't stop smiling when I reached Canada. World. Oyster. Yes.
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