I got into my bedroom closet yesterday, and found all kinds of things... living in a mobile, one doesn't have much room... so things just get stuffed away.. i even forgot that i had a large wicker basket that i used to keep all my wool in... found it stuffed in the corner full of summer cloths.. a couple pair of shoes that i thought i had lost... also got into the small cupboard beside the closet, found a couple of real treasures in there... 50 grams of CASHMERE... and 3 oz of Quivit... I think they were from a friend who had passed away about 8 years ago..I might have bought the cashmere, but i know i didn't buy the Quivit...so now have to figure out what to do with it... 50 grams of cashmere isn't much... so i might ply it with some silk and make a scarf or a shoulder shawl... I had 4 ozs of Quivit years ago, plyed it with silk and then dyed the whole skein red, the brown of the quivit took on a lovely red hue and the silk grabbed the red..looked good... off to the pool.. and have to do some banking...
Talked to number 2 son last night... sure miss the boy..(the young man)..he is still my baby and is 27 now... wish he lived closer... but probably won't see him much... number 1 son lives in town and i never see him... but they have their own lives... and what is the saying....
"a daughter is a daughter all of her life, a son's a son till he takes a wife"... that is oh so true, and everyone i know with sons feels the exact same way..but i know that was the same when i got married, but i always made a point of spending at least one evening a week with my Mother in law when Larry was driving long distance, and then when we moved to the interior , every time we went to the coast, after i had caught up with my Mom, I called Larry's mom... and we had a really good relationship...I still miss her terribly to this day..she taught me so much..silly things like how to kill and clean a chicken, milk a cow, make butter, cottage cheese and cheese..make head cheese... and really good pastry... hard to believe she is gone 29 years, and i still really miss her... better go before i really start tearing up....sob...
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I know what you mean about sons. I haven't seen mine for 4 years and am really missing him. I talk to him on the phone but it is not the same.
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