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Pip's theme this week is...a long drive. Some drives are short but seem incredibly long and others are long but the company makes them breeze by. I had always wanted to go to the Rolling Thunder parade on Memorial Day. DH and I had seen a bit of it in our earliest days together, but it was only by accident as we had been on the Mall seeing some exhibit. I wanted more.

I wanted a whole day with nothing else. I watched the parade for a couple of hours by myself and then walked to the Wall. It was typical late May weather, hot and humid, and I really needed more water than I brought. I've often wondered about the people I saw that day, so many of them in silence, remembering, wondering, still grieving - for him, for her, for us.

It's been a long long drive from that war to this one and then again sadly, it seems like such a short time.



If youwant to see and/or hear about long drives? Here they are.

Words and Pictures

This weeks theme is Little Things.

original by me_on_flickr

Right now little things are the things that are wearing me down. The calls to OPM, the calls to IRA holders, the calls to this and the calls to that. All little details of life that you have to stay on top of but seem to be the little niggly bits that are so tiring. I have to remind myself that a lot of these little things are truly upscale details and in reality, none of them are hard, just consistent.

I also find that it's tiring when the little things take so many attempts to resolve. I liked it when I was working and someone called, left a vm, I called them back, left a vm and the matter was settled. This last resolution of a government issue for me took 5 or 6 calls till I got my call back.

When I am home all the time, the little things don't get backed up as much. I can cope with an hour or two each morning to make the calls, dust the floors, wash the clothes and sometimes get a few out of the house errands done. Frequent vacations really take their toll in dealing with the dailyness of life. (I know, I know...your heart bleeds for me!) Somehow, the house seems to get as dirty when we're gone as it does when we're home. Unfortunately, I know the answer to that one. An old cat who doesn't groom, sheds like crazy, and barfs a lot. Ah what's a 'mother' to do!

I once had a dream where all my 'little thing' issues were just a bunch of tiny fleas. Itchy pests, but really not a Major Issue. I think most of us can handle the big deals when they come, even tho they knock us for a loop when they happen. I know I can, but darn those Little Things. They wear my soul out. How about you? Do you have times when it's just a boatload of pesky Little Things?

For more takes on Little Things, head over to Meet Me At Mike's and see who else is playing this week. I suspect more of the people had positive thoughts but then you never do know, do you?

Words and Pictures

This week (and yes, you did see a another W&P on Tuesday...I was late to the party!) the theme of Words and Pictures is Cozy. Mmmmmm...

For me cozy is

• down comforters - duvets - feather ticks as the one I had as a child was called. It was filled with goose feathers that my Nana plucked from geese she raised. Eventually it was filled with only goose quills and became history since no one kept geese in the yard in the new Maryland suburbs.
  
• the lifestyle our Siamese cat embraces. He always looks cozy and at peace. Well almost always.

• a full pot of tea with that first cup just poured, steam coming up and Ahhhh.
• fuzzy fleece trousers/pants with thick soft socks
• and yes, cozy is flannel sheets which I think are going to be replaced by percale next week. I'm afraid this is just about the time to ...shift into spring.
  

I wonder what cozy will mean to me as the days get warmer? How about you? What does cozy bring to your mind?


Now, do you want to read more thoughts about Cozy? Well jump right over here and check out the list of players who tell your their story.

Words and Pictures

Great meme! started over at Pip's. Words and Pictures stories inspired by the great Anne Lamott. I feel as if Anne's a friend since she is a friend of a friend, even tho I've never met her. But you know the feeling. (Hey Anne!!! it's me? no, you don't know me but...)

This week's or rather last week's theme is School Lunches. Now those Australians had proper school lunches but I had a lunchbox in a cafeteria room that didn't serve food. It was a new Catholic school built by a group of blue collar workers who wanted a school for their children. The Church had no money for the school, so the fathers built it themselves. I spent 2nd grad commuting into Washington DC till it was open, but that's another story.

This is what I had as a lunchbox - good old red plaid - as I don't recall seeing any with cartoon characters in the 50s, and I'd be hard pressed to say what cartoon was my favorite. Maybe Elmer Fudd? I watched cartoons on Saturday mornings but even then I preferred to read.

Original seen at Poppytalk

I remember that we had to go down to the cafeteria class by class, quietly and in line as this was a Catholic school of the 1950s. We did have very nice nuns who were pretty modern in many ways. Once seated in the cafeteria we could talk and have fun while we ate, as long as we stayed in our seats.

I liked the food my mother and Nana packed - for the most part - which is just as well because we had lunchbox inspection before we went outside to play! Unfinished food meant - Go back and finish! Fortunately there were always a few boys who would eat most anything you didn't want. I look back at that now and wonder if any of them didn't have enough food to eat since we had mostly working class families in our school, and some of them with as many children as Catholics are notorious for having.

But what DID I eat? Well Wonderbread had just come into its own, so I had the 'good' gummy white bread that lasted forever, even on top of a refrigerator in the summer heat. Makes you wonder, doesn't it... Yikes! Mostly I had either bologna or peanut butter and jelly, and be sure to make that chunky peanut butter and grape jelly. Occasionally some potato chips but otherwise no 'junk' food or snacks per se. That sandwich was as 'bad' as it got, even tho it seemed good at the time. No mayo or mustard btw, and my mother would shake her head and wonder how I could eat it so dry. I still don't put anything on a sandwich exept perhaps for some chutney or hot pepper spread. Mayo and mustard are still not my friends.

I think I also got my general dislike for apples then because they seemed to take too long to eat when outside called. Who wanted to gnaw away at an apple and miss playtime? Bananas were faster and oranges were cut up in wedges to be sucked off the peel in a flash. I did have time for my Nana's chocolate cake with chocolate frosting however. The frosting would stick to the waxed paper and I would carefully scrape it off with a finger and lick it luxuriously in front of my jealous classmates. I also liked dill pickles and on a few occasions ate the pickle with the chocolate cake. I suppose I was getting ready for the eclectic tastes in food I would discover in my adult life.

For a while, I was also given a short thermos to cope with winter lunches, but I disliked the vegetable soup I often got, and after I came home with the metallic clinking sound in my thermoses one too many time that ended. Thermoses that bang around in a metal lunchbox being swung back and forth don't last too long. My mother would sigh, and throw another thermos away. I suppose I did feel money grew on trees at least when it concerned me.

Sometime during these years of childhood, the metal lunchbox gave way to the more modern paperbag, which I was expected to bring home for reuse, but wickedly usually just threw away. Oh how those seeds of a disposable life were sown! and how I fought my family's thrifty ways. How many other things, people, and opportunities would I throw away over the years till I learned to value what mattered?

Ah those school lunches. My needs were met, and most of my wants were catered to besides. And oh....to have a piece of that chocolate cake right now! Nana, I can still almost feel my tongue licking the icing off the cake right now. No Hostess Cupcake for me. I have Nana's cake in my mouth and in my heart.

Now...do you want to read about more School Lunches? Well jump right over here and check out the list of players who tell your their story.