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7.06.2011
7.05.2011
Condolence letters and children becoming the parent role
I did two things this weekend that felt very adult. This is a feeling that's awfully fleeting for me. Considering I'm in my late 20's and married, it seems like I oscilate between feeling like an old, married lady and an ingenue.
1) Condolence letters
A friend (of a friend) of mine lost her mother last month. And although she and I aren't super close, we exchange greetings via Facebook and have each other programmed into our cellphones. I never knew her mother, and I don't attend funerals if I can help it (long story). But I do write letters. I write Christmas cards, mother's day cards, birthday cards and condolence cards. Possibly the hardest things to write, and yet the most appreciated. I'll admit; I don't have all the answers. I often have to peruse some letter-writting books on how to write such a letter. But I believe they are important. I believe they reinforce our own thoughts on life, love and family. I believe they remind us that each day is precious. I believe they show the recipient that you care enough to put pen to paper, track down an address, and put it in a mail box. I got a call a few days later from my friend. She was so moved that I had written her. I expected she had received lots of these kinds of letters, but I was wrong. I think reaching out to people, however you can, is vital. But I think there are specific occasions that require a letter. And I think condolences top the list.
2) Role reversal
Last week, I visited some family out of state. As I worked on a project in the kitchen, my Aunt sent my 15 year old cousin so I could "show him the ropes".
"I"m a baby, after all." he said sarcastically.
"You always will be" I smiled back.
Being an only child, as we both are, you are always the baby, the child, the young one. So it's rare when I find that the shoe is on the other foot, and know I'm the one directing my parents, especially my mother. But with the events of the last year, it's an experience I've been getting to know quite well. And yet, it's always a bit unsettling. It surely doesn't reassure me that I'm ready for parenthood. I actually quite enjoy feeling like I'm still 22; adult enough for everything to be within reach and yet, young enough for me to not be completely responsible. Here's hoping I still have a few of those years left.
1) Condolence letters
A friend (of a friend) of mine lost her mother last month. And although she and I aren't super close, we exchange greetings via Facebook and have each other programmed into our cellphones. I never knew her mother, and I don't attend funerals if I can help it (long story). But I do write letters. I write Christmas cards, mother's day cards, birthday cards and condolence cards. Possibly the hardest things to write, and yet the most appreciated. I'll admit; I don't have all the answers. I often have to peruse some letter-writting books on how to write such a letter. But I believe they are important. I believe they reinforce our own thoughts on life, love and family. I believe they remind us that each day is precious. I believe they show the recipient that you care enough to put pen to paper, track down an address, and put it in a mail box. I got a call a few days later from my friend. She was so moved that I had written her. I expected she had received lots of these kinds of letters, but I was wrong. I think reaching out to people, however you can, is vital. But I think there are specific occasions that require a letter. And I think condolences top the list.
2) Role reversal
Last week, I visited some family out of state. As I worked on a project in the kitchen, my Aunt sent my 15 year old cousin so I could "show him the ropes".
"I"m a baby, after all." he said sarcastically.
"You always will be" I smiled back.
Being an only child, as we both are, you are always the baby, the child, the young one. So it's rare when I find that the shoe is on the other foot, and know I'm the one directing my parents, especially my mother. But with the events of the last year, it's an experience I've been getting to know quite well. And yet, it's always a bit unsettling. It surely doesn't reassure me that I'm ready for parenthood. I actually quite enjoy feeling like I'm still 22; adult enough for everything to be within reach and yet, young enough for me to not be completely responsible. Here's hoping I still have a few of those years left.
7.01.2011
6.30.2011
Curse of the Spellman's
Is exactly what I needed. Looking forward to what happens with Stone and Izzy, and how Rae grows up.
Next up: Loving Frank.
No knitting updates. I’ve been busy reading!
Next up: Loving Frank.
No knitting updates. I’ve been busy reading!
6.29.2011
books update
Reread Good Omens to great success. I knew all the parts, I just couldn’t figure out how they went together. Much better without missing the crucial 15%. Amazing.
Attempted Empress, but I’m having trouble getting into it. Couldn't make it even 10 pages. And reviews on Amazon were mixed. So i'm thinking about skipping it. I may give up and reprise the Spellman’s instead.
Stay tuned.
On other notes:
The weather today: hot and sticky. The weather tomorrow: hotter and stickier. Why do we wish so longingly for summer when the reality is, it's a beast?
Also, I found out that I basically got screwed out of a weeks pay. I'm bummed. I was looking forward to getting paid for summer holidays. Getting paid for days I don't work is my favorite. But, it appears I'll have to wait until October. Or get a real job. My choice.
Attempted Empress, but I’m having trouble getting into it. Couldn't make it even 10 pages. And reviews on Amazon were mixed. So i'm thinking about skipping it. I may give up and reprise the Spellman’s instead.
Stay tuned.
On other notes:
The weather today: hot and sticky. The weather tomorrow: hotter and stickier. Why do we wish so longingly for summer when the reality is, it's a beast?
Also, I found out that I basically got screwed out of a weeks pay. I'm bummed. I was looking forward to getting paid for summer holidays. Getting paid for days I don't work is my favorite. But, it appears I'll have to wait until October. Or get a real job. My choice.
6.28.2011
bookish thoughts
I am first in line for exactly half of my library waiting list . They’re all suspended books, waiting for me to have time to plow through them. The other half of the list is a handful of books that I’m still deeper into the line on. I’ve suspended all those preemptively. Everything else is CDs. I feel like this is somehow representative of me, but I can’t quite see it.
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