I’m not sure if my family is the only one that does this. We name our best food dishes after the people who make or who have made them. Although we all make many different types of food, we only have a few specifically named. Noonie’s Spaghetti is a family classic. In my family, if a dish is made often, loved, and requested it gets named.Recently, my daughter went to Europe. Once there, she was proud to tell me that she made Noonie’s Spaghetti in France . This made me smile as this dish is now an international food!
I ask myself this question, how does this person finish our…sandwiches?
It’s nothing you can try to understand; it just is. Where did we meet? How did I know this person before? How does s/he understand what I’m about to say? Why is there so much connection without any connectivity? Is this a soul I’ve known before? It’s got to be more than what it is. But….there’s no known history.
One hot summer’s day, I got off the camp bus and found Menou on my front porch lying on a few blankets and towels. Nestled around her body were 5 kittens. This was a thrill beyond thrills. She had babies while I was at day camp!
Are you a “Done” or an “Undone” person? Do you leave things for other people to do, or do you get it done? Try to identify which type of person you are.
I still think about my first car. It was a red Toyota Tercel with a hatchback. I had black and grey racing stripes put on the exterior to match the black and grey sport seats. After I purchased the car, it took me another year of savings to have a pop-up sunroof installed. I loved driving it everywhere. This was my freedom on wheels.
When my children’s book was launched in 2011, a wonderful publicist, Mike Cohen, told me to get busy on social media platforms. He suggested I get the news about my new book out into cyber space. So…I started a Facebook account for myself and for my book. It was quite exciting as I had never been publicly exposed in this way.
Every so often I hear a friend say to me, “I went to see a movie and the person next to me ruined it. They didn’t stop talking. I kept telling them to shhhh, but they didn’t. I’m so annoyed.” Or another friend would say, “There was a person standing next to me smoking. I told them to get away from me.” The questions ask my friends are, “Why did you stay in that seat or stand there? Why didn’t YOU just move yourself? Why stay there and be bothered?”
I understand the importance of being relevant, especially at this point in life. These are the years when my children have grown up and the nest is emptying. All the hard work of raising children, carpooling, activities, grocery orders, food preparations and “schlepping” is slowing down. Some of my friends are empty nesters and even grandparents! When someone has devoted most of their time to raising their children and now the children are gone, what will they do? Have they lost their job?
As individuals we can’t change the whole world, but as a collective group we can make some positive changes. When someone asks you for money or food chose to give them something that is useful. Can a chewy bar save the world?
I love to work in the garden. I like to be part of the “earth world”. Every garden has a microscopic world all of its own. You need to get down on your knees and take a really good look at what’s going on…a lot!
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I want to tackle the world. Then there are days when I just want to stay in my pajamas and be quiet and write all day. It is then when I hear this quote in my head, “Lazy is what lazy does, nothing!” That’s when I get up and get moving. I go, see, be, and do something.
I’ve been told it’s a very old fashion thing that I do. I suppose it is because I haven’t heard of anyone else doing this for a very long time. When a new neighbor moves on to my street, I bake them a banana bread and deliver it. It is my way of welcoming them to our street and sort of breaking the ice.
From pre-school lunch tables to celebrating family events, tables are filled with memories and love. These moments need to be cultivated, embraced, and treasured. It’s not simply a request to join a table; it is another passage of time and life together.