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April 17.20 Again: Coping

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Edna and me (not a recent photo)

Some years ago, I spent Saturday afternoons with my Aunt Edna, who lived in an apartment about half an hour away. I always called ahead for her grocery list so that, on my way to her place, I could do her weekly shopping for her. Then I’d pick up sandwiches for us.

When I would come out of the grocery store, shoving the cart into a driving cold rain, or, better yet, into a faceful of wet snow, and then try to get the bags into the car without dropping my purse into the slush, I must admit I was no saint: I grumbled and groused to myself. What a mess I was, and what a mess everything was. And then in and out for our sandwiches, and then wrestle all of it into her apartment…nope, not a saint.

But, on the side of virtue, I think I got a grip on my lesser self before she opened her door. She’d pour each of us a small glass of white wine, always the perfect complement to my all-time favorite tuna fish sandwich, and we’d settle into some good yacking.

Today we are having a very cold, relentless rain. It is dark and miserable. My wonderful daughter-in-law, hooded and dripping, just deposited multiple bags of groceries at my front door, and laughed a bit as we social distanced.

Am I thinking about the cycle of life? You bet.

 

 

 

8 thoughts on “April 17.20 Again: Coping

  1. Ah, you gave me goosebumps with this one. What a wonderful memory and what a wonderful daughter-in-law. Life is good, Maureen, even in isolation. 🙂

  2. You can leave wine outside the door! LOL please skip the tuna fish. 😉

  3. Got it: two jugs of the best, and hold the tuna. (Cross my heart, dear reader: I did not know she would read this!)

  4. Lovely mix of memories and memories-in-the-making.

  5. I haven’t forgotten Edna from your earlier writing.

    This is a different, beautiful flashback.

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