Ted Kennedy passed away. I heard the news this morning while driving to work, my heart sunk. Is it odd, that I--raised in a family of Republicans would mourn? Probably for most, but thanks to my elementary librarian, Ms. Breeze, who first gave me the biography Meet John F. Kennedy--I became one of the masses who loved the Kennedy Family and their legacy of public service.
I was the odd one. In middle school, I read enormous ten pounder (or more) books on the Kennedy family. I begged my parents to visit the JFK Library when we visited Boston. I bought reproduction campaign posters for my bedroom walls. I am sure my dad cringed inside, but he never said anything.
I whole cupboard filled with beautiful colors of fiesta dishes just waiting to be chosen. They are a cheery mix of colors--that I have been adding to over the past ten years.
Most of my fiesta is 1990s-current, but I love finding older pieces at thrift stores. Last week I was thrilled to find an old pink saucer for a quarter. It is sitting under the pink coffee mug on the middle shelf. A happy addition to my collection.
Beautiful stacks of old pyrex dishes. Oh how they warm my heart.
These snowflake casseroles are favorites. A dear friend of my family, Miss Melba, had a casserole like these. About five years ago, she brought my parents a meal in that beautiful dish. She has used it for fifty years or so. I feel in love with it, and I know my love for her was apart of this love.
I few months later, I was visiting my grandma. I noticed she had the same casserole dish. I found one similar at an antique mall with my mother in law. She went back and bought it for my birthday. A few months later, my grandma gave me her snowflake dish. They represent love, kindness, and good things to me.
I love these old things. A few are my family treasures. Many have been passed on to me by dear friends, and some are thrift store finds. I use them and think of those who have used them before me. There is joy and comfort in cooking, it is something that connects me to the past.
Yesterday at work, a friend told me this story. She was so excited she found this awesome nativity set at a thrift store. It had tons of animals, she was so excited. It was all carefully wrapped up for her. She cleaned it all up and noticed something really important was missing.
I laughed and laughed so hard.......missing a very important figure.
This year, we will be at a new school. I thought I was ok with that. I really did. Last night at Open House, I wanted to cry. I like my familiar old school. I isn't a logical feeling, because all the teachers my girls have had with one exception have transfered to the new school. Both of the girls have friends who are there as well. Even some of the office staff are from our old school.
The new school is beautiful. It is full of nice things, but I have no memories there. For three years, we were happy at our old school. In a few months, I am sure I will laugh at my uncertainty.
I have always (really, for as long as I can remember) loved tea. My mom always made sure there was Earl Grey in my Christmas Stocking. Always, it was the Twinings Earl Grey in a yellow box. I went to Emma's Tea Room Yesterday. One of my companions, a fun four year old, requested Lady Grey. That girl has good taste.
I bought oil of bergamont (what makes Earl Grey, Earl Grey) several years ago. I decided to use some to make Earl Grey scented soap. I sprinkled some tea leaves in there to make it pretty. It's not all that pretty, but it does smell pretty good.
I am loving the hummingbirds outside my window now. I have three right now. They are so fun to watch.
I feel productive because I took the dry cleaning this morning. I remembered to get my shirt mended. I dropped off a bag of stuff at the thrift store. If I had remembered my library books, it would have been perfect--but close enough.
Josh called Blue Heaven in Key West and ordered me four packages of their homemade granola. It was a perfect anniversary gift.