Tuesday, April 30, 2013

With a Brief Peek of Sun, Learning Something New, Home

1. Day after day of mist and drizzle, but I don't mind it one bit. The grass is thick and long. I make a point to remember it this way for the hot, dry months ahead when it will turn brittle and brown.
2. Of the five on our committee, only one knows how to use Skype and he's the "younger" guy. We joke and kid one another about our technologically challenged capabilities. Eventually we get my daughter and her husband on the screen and it's very exciting and why haven't I done this sooner?!
3. In a moment of sentimentality, I grab my CD of Italian music for the drive. My hands and eyes are maneuvering the car, but my mind is far away in memories of my mother, young and tanned and strong, cooking in the kitchen. It was summer, the doors and windows were open, and she always sang in the kitchen. She didn't just hum or sing softly, she sang a performance for herself. We happened to be the lucky beneficiaries.

Louis Prima was one of my Dad's favorites. It's hard to sit still for this one. Tess has danced it with my mom...in the kitchen. : )

1 comment:

  1. My niece, her husband and my great niece will be moving to Turkey soon (he works for the Turkish government) and my sister lamented the other day how much she was going to miss her lone grandchild, but that Skype might be the saving grace.

    What a wonderful tribute to your mom and lovely that Tess danced with her.