Yesterday was Jesse's first school day. He had mixed emotions about the whole deal. First, he didn't get to go on the playground. Why? Too hot - bummer!! The teacher was teaching them to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle" Jesse's been tinkling (on the piano) that "Twinkle" for almost two years. BORING!! He only knew one other kid in his class and that kid was too shy to talk among mostly strangers. Just the usual stuff, folks. I asked him if he would be ready to go back for the second day. He looked at me like I'd lost my mind and said, "Of course I will, Nana."
James has his first experience in half-day preschool next Wednesday. That'll be another story for another day.
It's really good to be Nana and let the young folks be Mommy and Daddy. Oh me, oh my, they have a lot of years ahead of them - it makes me tired just to think about it.
Harry is playing golf today in this sweltering heat and humidity. He's a hardy soul. I just wouldn't be able to handle golf today. I have to wait until cooler weather and by that time he'll be so much better than me that he won't want to have me tagging along. I'll just slow his game down.
I have many things I need to do today but may just sit and think about doing them. I wouldn't want to rush into anything that can wait until tomorrow. I guess I'm feeling a little low today. I found out that the last member of my mother's circle friends was killed when her tour bus crashed on Mother's Day, 2008. She was 74 according to the news report I found on utube. I counted and I think she was closer to 84, but you know how ladies of a certain age never want to admit it. I was also surprised to know that she was so well known. I remember her as the nicest member of (what Mother called) "The Special Six" (Six women who met once a year for a weekend of bonding.) They are all gone now and somehow it's the final note in their almost life long song. I feel a big hole in my heart even though the Special Six, as a group, didn't include me. Last evening I tried to tell Harry how I feel and - like most men - he just didn't want to take time to listen to me and wouldn't have understood even is he did listen. I love him but after all he's just a man and men don't have the same deep emotions we, as women, do.
Anyway, thanks for listening. I'm going to shake it off and have a good day. I hope you do, too.
11 comments:
I understand completely. Women connect at a much deeper level than men. I suppose that's the way we were created. I'm not sure you would ever be able to explain those deep feelings to any man.
I am so sorry for the loss of the last of your Mom's circle of friends and your family friend. I understand the pain you are feeling. I think women just feel things differently and more on a deeper emotional level then men do in general. I hope your spirits are lifted. I am thinking of you.
Big Hug,
Michelle
I hope you were able to shake it off, I can understand how it would make you feel a bit blue to see a generation transition like that. Those ladies must have been special to you too.
Hoping your spirits lifted today Mary, and that your day was a good one.
I get it, totally.
I hope you did manage to shake it off...it seems we all have something to try and shake off these days.
I want you to know how much I always appreciate your words of wisdom. You rule, you know!
Hugs.
:)
Thank you everyone for the kind comments. Today I really needed them. I called the son of the lady who died in the crash and he thought I was notified by her manager as I was on the notification list. Just an honest mixup, I'm sure. Didn't sleep much last night and when I did there were simply awful dreams. Tonight I'm in my usual state of mind and will be fine if the dreams don't come back.
Again, thank you. It's so good to have friends like you waiting in the wings to help this old lady over the rough spots.
It's hard to believe school starts so early. I'm certainly not ready for it. Neither is Em. She still hasn't done her summer project and I'm tired of worrying about it.
It's hard to think of getting older and saying good-bye to a generation. I dread that day.
I totally get what you're saying. I hope you realize that your mom had to be pretty special to HAVE 6 dear friends.I think my mom had 1 when she died.
My next door neighbors mom and her friends get together every year for a "girls week" they call it the "Ya ya week". If I ever get rich , I am sooo having one of those:)
We women do seem to have to carry ALL the emotion, don't we?
Was this Jesse's first day of kindergarten? If so, sounds like he did pretty good!
Golf...bleh. I am so lousy at golf. When I hear the word , I picture Lucy and Ethel playing golf. That's good enough for me:)
Hope you're feeling better. Hugs! Smocha
I hope you're feeling better. That's tough as much as I can't imagine it, but I do understand the art of chatter with our hubby matters...hard for them to hear us sometimes.
Glad to hear he was out golfing though, that's good!!
thinking of you and glad that it's friday!
sincerely,
me
i'm sorry to hear about this mary--
and as usual, i'm late gettin over here.
sorry to hear that harry wasn't up for listening ..
maybe you shoulda shook him up-- rather than shake it off???
either way-- hoping today was much better for you--
you know- you can always fire off an email this way-- i'll listen.
may not have the perfect thing to say-- but sometimes listening works out ok.
anyhow--
i hope you have a great weekend-
This is sad news. I understand though. My grandmother and her circle of friends are gone, and now my mother is watching hers disappear.
You're right about women. We are wired so completely different.
I hope your Sunday is a good one.
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