Loose Ends

Two classics of excellent authorship.

The boys spent a week with Nana and Papa, paternal grandparents, in Tennessee and had a great time. Nana and Papa along with cousin Mikaela (sp?) kept them busy with little time to sulk. It was good for the boys to see their grandparents as they enter adulthood. I am not sure that Nana would have taken them to see “Oppenheimer” if she had known about the sex scenes, which, in my opinion, did nothing for the movie. The story is the director included the scenes to get an R rating. Really? What about just producing a good movie? Nevertheless, I am glad that I wasn’t sitting next to them.

Blue Boy went to college this week. When at home, the boys spend most of their time upstairs in the bedrooms, so it is surprising how empty the house feels. I am experiencing the increased lability of aging, tears erupting unexpectedly with special memories. This week, of course, the memories were those of sending my own children off to school.

The tears flowed yesterday towards the end of a funeral. Although losing this dear elderly friend was sad, it was when I saw his widow that the tears flowed. The sight stirred memories of the passing of loved ones from years ago. Perhaps older people are emotionally labile because they hold a lifetime of memories in their hearts.

This week, Mike and I will head to Chicago for a few days, to celebrate Charlie’s first birthday and get some LLJ time. Word is that LLJ is totally devoted to Mommy right now, so hugs may not be in my near future. Every mother misses the embraces of their babies.

If you haven’t already, please purchase my book, “Shared Space: A Practical Guide to Multi Family Living”. Even if you don’t need it, it is a short, fun read (I’ve been told) and may be helpful to you in the future.

While you are at it, pick up “Beyond Boundaries: Tales of Transcendence,” an anthology produced by a writing group to which I belong. Filled with quality poetry, short fiction, and short non-fiction, it will please everyone.

And thank you for your support.

Author: Mary Cornelius

I am an aging woman who writes three blogs.