Ah, it caught me at last. But, I bought more Christmas lights for the back porch early and as I look for a special ornament to add to my half-fake, half-real tree each year, I found two. And I take it as a sign. Mom was on my mind this morning, remembering our Saturday-before-Thanksgiving shopping trips, not with sadness, but happiness. And while I was looking for the special ornaments, I stumbled upon these birthstone ornaments, not precious or semi precious stones, but clear with stained colors, and May and August were side by side. These are heart-shaped, and May is this gorgeous shade of emerald green so beautiful with “May” written in cursive gold on the front, and on the back are the words, “Love and Patience.” I kind of laughed because remembering Mom’s temper, patience didn’t seem to apply, and then I realized she was patient in ways that I am not, and vice versa. Mom was patient enough to do so many tasks to perfection, patient enough to put the effort into an immaculate home, perfect cooking, sewing, embroidery, Scrabble, reading, listening. Patient enough not to finish anything until it was done to perfection.
The August ornament is the lighter peridot green, and I’ve always said I have the ugliest birthstone of the lot, but each time I visited Mimi and Papa Bill, she always bought me a peridot birthstone ring that I wore so proudly. The words on the back of the August ornament are, “Beauty and Strength.” I thought to get one for October and reached for it, but drew my hand back as if a great and mighty NO came from beyond. Why put something on your tree for someone who doesn’t want to come within fifty feet of you? And I did look for April, but truth to tell, it was just ugly–it wasn’t clear like a diamond, it was a frosted white noochy looking thing that didn’t do justice. The words, “Love and Innocence” were on the back.
The May and August greens look beautiful together. And while I feel this was a sign about Mom, I do remember I have May in my lineage three times–Mom, Daddy and Mimi were all born in May and share the same birthstone. Papa Bill was born August 19th.
Decided and bought a turkey breast at Joe W’s this morning, with two huge drumsticks. Going to make my squash casserole, stuffing also for the bird, and I think some sort of carrot dish–either gingered, or glazed or whatever. While at Joe W’s, as usual in their gourmet cheese section, they had laid out samples of whatever and today it was crostini with semi-soft mozzarella drizzled with olive oil. To die for–so guess what I’m having for lunch today? Bought some pistolettes and just pulled my own crostini out of the oven as the mozz sits at room. The pistolettes smelled so good as I pulled them out of the bag, fresh baked, I think.
Speaking of my mother’s immaculate house, my living room is so dusty, I think I could write a book on the furniture. I’m laughing remembering something once. My sister Shirley had come to spend an afternoon to see Mom while I was at work. I once had an easel that I kept in the living room with some of my paintings propped on it and Mome told me Shirley said, “goodness, who paints!?” Mom told me she replied: “Jeanne. She’s very good at writing, painting, and running an office, but she doesn’t like housework.” I could clean out a garden, a barn, a pen, and a church with no problem, but heavens, when it comes to cleaning a house, all the life drains right out of me.
Have you recovered enough to start traveling all over the world?