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Connections: October 18.17


I call this Still Life With Mess.

Not that life ever stands still, though at times it seems to. But there is ever a mess. That is, unless we’re sitting around on our…umm…hands.

These three artifacts just happened to end up together as the movers plied their art, and of course I couldn’t help noticing the serendipity. The wonderful pine cone and seed wreath was made years ago by my dear friend Donna, and is one of my favorite things. The assembly-line autumn wreath has been fabulous on my front door here, if I do say so. The decrepit, ancient suitcase was my Aunt Edna’s and holds her academic cap and hood (the heavy velvet and gold of Ph.D.). To the left, the back of a print procured for me at a condo swap by my son and daughter-in-law because my son knew it was my favorite Ansel Adams.

What a mishmash life is.

Today I will leave this place that has been Grandma’s House for seven years. There is some melancholy. But another, smaller Grandma’s House awaits, and both grandchildren have given it a thumbs-up (as have I). So bear with me, dear reader, as I launch myself (albeit, it must be said, a trifle arthritically) into whatever comes next.




10 thoughts on “Connections: October 18.17

  1. Isn’t it strange to see all your special things lined up by the mover? Aunt Edna is chuckling that you are such a good niece that you are still taking care of her special suitcase. πŸ™‚ You, the sons, and the grands will have a lovely upcoming holiday in the new nest. I just know it. πŸ™‚

  2. Wishing you all the best as you settle into the new Grandma’s house. I hope you find special places for all your special things and have a home filled with happiness, fun, family, and much love.

  3. Wishing you well as you turn the page and begin life in your new home. I look forward to seeing it some day!

  4. Tears are in m;y eyes my dear friend. What a final oddments this is. What a fond memory you will have with this serendipity. Bill and I are so happy for you.

    • Thank you, oh, maker of wreaths, bearer of coffees, and stalwart friend! As cliche as it sounds, there can be a beginning in an ending. (Not that you don’t know that already!)

  5. Happy new home! I’m eagerly awaiting an ‘I’ve arrived and all is well’ post. An ‘I’ve arrived and it’s a little bit chaotic still with boxes and garlands of leaves everywhere but all will be well’ post would do at a pinch.

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