Today's happiness: My Aunt Jo. She's my Godmother, my dad's baby sister. She and my mother had a difficult relationship, and my father had a difficult relationship with everyone, so my household wasn't very close to her. When she moved to Florida, back in the 1980s, we all kinda lost track of her, except for the occasional Christmas card. Then, in the summer of 2010, she started reaching out to me. We correspond regularly on FB and at least once a week by email.
I appreciate this so much. she reminds me of when I was a little girl and so loved by my grandpa ("You were so the favorite in our house"). She is very supportive of the me I am today and thinks I'm bright and talented. When my mother died, she flew out and stood by me at the funeral, even though her relationship with my mother wasn't great.
And today I found a book from her in the mail. It's Patricia Cornwell's biography of Ruth Graham, the wife of Billy Graham. I've always meant to read it, but never got around to it. We're both Cornwell fans, and when Jo was done with her copy, she dropped it in the mail to me. How thoughtful!
There's a symmetry to this, too. There's a book on my bedroom floor, a mystery I finished recently, that I've been meaning to send her.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Tuesday, August 06, 2013
I blame it on Charleton Heston
I dearly do love TCM Summer Under the Stars, but tonight is Charleton Heston night (all Chuck, nothing but Chuck) and he really leaves me cold. So tonight after work, I laid down on the sofa for just a moment ... and woke up FIVE HOURS LATER.
God, I hate it when that happens!
God, I hate it when that happens!