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I shop for everything online and I need some all occasion
cards. On Amazon there are boxes of
every kind of card imaginable. But a box
of thirty sympathy cards?!? Golly, that
is a massacre. I don’t think I’ve sent
thirty sympathy cards in my entire sixty years.
Am I just lucky? Or thoughtless?
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Although it is gorgeous to look at and fun to join in the
fantasy, I have never quite gotten the level of hysteria over Downton Abbey,
especially when there are three new episodes of smart, elegant and captivting
Foyle’s War to relish. I have always
been suspicious of a program where the opening scene of every episode is a
dog’s backside.
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The top story in the news today is the weather. Cold weather in February in the Northeast of
the United States is news?!? Have they
not noticed a pattern over the past few years?
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Does anyone else feel anxiety escalate through the roof when
they receive e-mails from Facebook with subject lines that say “Marie, you have
729 new notifications, 332 pokes and 21 event invites”? I don’t even know what most of those things
mean! Although I do recognize the word
“invite”. And I suppose it would be odd
if your e-mail message said “Marie”.
Unless your name is Marie. So
fill in Your Name Here. But still,
despite the fact I love being connected to my wonderful friends, the whole
actual process is overwhelming. Despite
my carefully crafted illusion of technical wizardry, I actually am pathetically
hopeless.
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A word of advice: it
is a really, really, REALLY bad idea for a woman who lives alone to watch a TV
series (such as, say, The Fall, for instance) about a serial killer who
methodically stalks, breaks in, tortures and murders women who live, you’ve got
it: alone. It will do terrible things to
your electric bill as you will subsequently leave the lights on day and
night, despite high tech security
methods such as the renowned chair-beneath-the-doorknob.
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I have been trying to organize and clean out, as I may be
moving before too long. I came across a
minuscule, yellowed, wrinkled scrap of newspaper, about two inches by one and a
half inches, that was clearly garbage.
To anyone but me that is. I knew
I must have saved it for a reason and reading it, I remembered.
It is years old, maybe twenty, maybe more, and it was from a
Times article about Sister Parrish, the eccentric but influential interior
designer (she worked for Jacqueline Kennedy and Brooke Astor among many other
movers and shakers) . I apparently just
ripped out the bit I wanted, a quote from her that totally hit home. Literally.
It was exactly how I felt about decorating my own home. She said, “As a child, I discovered the happy
feelings that familiar things can bring – an old apple tree, a favorite garden,
the smell of a fresh clipped hedge, simply knowing that when you round the
corner, nothing will be changed, nothing will be gone.” Ironically, I grew up with none of those
things, I was raised in New York City.
But the concept of her vision was what struck a chord and it is what I
worked to create in my own home. I wept
with joy as I planted my first rose bush, a climber of pale pink cabbage roses, aptly named "Eden",
and every year the girls and I created an oasis of flowers in dozens of pots on
our patio. I filled our house with color
and light, books and lace, old fashioned furniture and floral patterns. My sons teasingly called it The Girly
House. But that was ok. I accomplished what I had wanted. It felt right. It felt home.
When we had people over, they always declared they were reluctant to
leave.
Some of Sister Parish's designs. Far grander than my home, of course, but it gives you some idea of her style.
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| A copy of her calling card, as unique as she was. |
It is going to be very, very hard to move on. But I am not worried, I am in God’s hands and
all will be well.
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Finally, assurance from one of my morning readings: Never
does God’s loving and compassionate eye turn from us.
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