After getting rolling with a nice cup of green tea I started working around the house a bit. The wife and kids slept really late this morning. She’s still nursing a headache and going back to school is taking it out of the kids.
We got the grocery list together and spent the afternoon together (me and the wife) doing the shopping. It’s nice to be alone for awhile. It’s a rarity nowadays. Becoming a thing more often now that the kids are older.
We watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife tonight as we are dinner as a family, something else that’s a rarity lately due to so much going on with school and work.
I believe this one to be equal to the original.
Laughs, adventure, hero moments and a heavy pull on the heartstrings.
For a long time, my world was no bigger than two counties. Kershaw and Lancaster. My dad’s family is from the former, and my mom’s family is from the latter.
I spent a lot of time with my moms dad and mom. My Mamaw and Papaw Criminger. They farmed. Most every thing they ate came straight from the field to the table or from some animal they raised.
I remember slaughtering and salting a hog. I remember shucking corn and shelling peas. I remember eating cucumbers straight from the field for a snack and my Papaw having a tiny salt shaker in the front pocket of his overalls for the cucumber.
I remember collecting eggs from his chickens. And I remember his old plow mule, Smoky. Smoky loved bubble gum.
So many memories.
One of my contacts on Twitter posted this tonight:
And I instantly had an overwhelming memory of their house, of the sound and the smell of the old wood heater going in the living room, of the scent of Mamaw’s cooking.
And what my Mamaw and Papaw gave us every single year for Christmas.
A blue shoebox wrapped up all nice. And in that shoebox was an orange, a candy cane, and a five-dollar bill.
That doesn’t seem like much nowadays. It was probably a lot from them. They didn’t have a lot of material things.
But they gave me their world.
I don’t realize how much I have now going back to then. I don’t realize how ungrateful I would probably seem to them in my mindset at times. I have a whole other world that they never saw. A world that would be silly to them.
They gave me simplicity and an appreciation for simple things. I need to remember that more often. They gave me cucumbers, the dirt, friendship with an old mule, and a couple of dogs. And a place to become something from.
It would seem that being up twenty two hours straight and only getting five hours of sleep (I just can’t sleep during the day) will stop you from doing something you want to do, like writing a decent post.
That is exactly where I find myself tonight. I am groggy.
I’m still up because I wanted to spend time with the wife, so we’re watching The Sinner on Netflix. Interesting series.
We spent the evening with mom and dad. Just like every year. We see them every day so no worries over Covid (since that’s the first thing to come to peoples minds). We see a lot of people every day.
We had dinner and exchanged gifts and then sat,without phones, and talked for a couple of hours. And that’s what we used to do. It’s just proper sitting there with no real distractions except the kids acting goofy.
Our neighbor, let’s call her Ms. Betty (because that’s her name) lost her husband this year.
Mom and Dad always watched over them and on holidays when we have big meals we always took them a plate. And that tradition continues. The wife and I took the food down this time.
She’s alone now, of course, and the we stayed and chatted with her a bit before going back to mom and dads. But I can feel her loneliness.
It’s so very sad.
I wrote that last bit because it makes me appreciate what I have. The wife, kids, mom and dad. My work, the friends I have at work and the customers I see every week.
They are all a part of my life and it makes it full.
Appreciate what you have. And if you don’t have it, try to find it. Family is everything. No matter how bad it gets sometimes.
Good friends, your tribe, your gang! It doesn’t have to blood. Sometimes family isn’t.
Now, I love all my kids equally, but Ashley was without a doubt my cat, as much as any cat can be anyone else’s. I was her human is probably the correct way to put it. I was her favorite human. She was always by my side, much like Fibble is now.
I loved that little cat, so much so that when we changed living room furniture I had to find a chair that wasn’t just comfortable for me but for Ashley as well. She always laid at my left shoulder. (Wow, Sam! On your left!) So I would look for a chair that had a cushion where she could make her spot.
I hadn’t realized until just now that Fibble does the same thing. She likes to lay on my left. This chair is a lot higher so it’s probably a “looking down on the mere human” type of thing.
I’ve been watching Fibble lately, she has developed some nerve issues in her back. Not really bad, just sensitive enough to make her a little edgy. I’ll catch her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc. and I just watch to make sure that everything’s okay. She is very important to me, she gives me comfort, and I want to return that favor.
Here’s the thing though.
I’ll see her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen and then walk into the living room and she’s asleep in our chair. This is all in the space of ten seconds.
That’s not Fibble I’m catching out of the corner of my eye sometimes. It’s Ashley.
It sounds crazy. I sound crazy. But this does happen.
I think what I’ve got is a guardian angel. She’s just helping Fibble, her younger sister, watch over me.