Clump #202: Deposit son’s coins; glue catch-all; keep emotions in check.
I was on the verge of tears several times today. I could blame it on the weeping cherry tree, clinging onto its last flowers today, that grows beside our Quaker Meeting.
Next, I saw an old photo featuring our son when he played a wise man many years ago in the Christmas Nativity (a poor photo of a poor photo). Ahh, with the little impish grin, he bears the gift of sharp nostalgia.
I watched a recording of SNL Shorts, short films aired on Saturday Night Live through the years. The show ended with scenes of people meeting each other at an airport, set to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Homeward Bound.” Cue the waterworks. (The only place I could find it was on “BUCKNACKT’S SORDID TAWDRY BLOG. Not sordid or tawdry at all!)
Today’s clump was depositing coins in our son’s bank account … over thirteen dollars!
They were stored in a broken, molded vinyl record he had been using as a catch-all. I thought I’d have to throw it out …
but I got some krazy glue and put it together. The last little piece almost had me in tears … and my fingers have a gluey coating now, but I finally succeeded.
Not perfect, but still useable.
Two dear friends generously gifted us with lovely cut daffodils. The ones below resemble clusters of yellow butterflies. In the corner, looking on, are the remnants of the other, earlier gift.
I know I have a bit of a problem holding on to things, but you have to admit they do possess a different kind of beauty.
My broken record message is: life is fleeting! Told vividly by kids, trees, flowers, even money.
Soak it up while it’s here.
Absolutely keep those flowers, they are still beautiful, in a different way. My husband calls me Morticia Adams. But I feel that to be able to delight in such simple things as the papery gold of a drying daffodil is a talent and a gift–or more accurately, a talent to perceive such a gift.
Yay! A kindred soul!! Thank you so much for turning my shame into pride!