A gift from Rose. A couple months ago, I mentioned to my cousin that I was skipping the 2020 TCM Film Festival. My niece's out-of-town wedding, the special assessment for the new boiler and new roof, insecurity at work ... I just can't afford the trip now.
I expected Rose to applaud my decision. After all, it's the grown-up thing to do and she's always been a grown up. Plus, Rose has never been big on movies. It's a passion we simply don't share.
Instead, she counseled me to go, because attending this past April made me happy, and she advised me not to forgo happiness. To emphasize her point, she sent me a little wallet, decorated with retro movie images, and a card that says, "Make Memories."
I love gifts like this. It's so personal and could only come from Rose to me.
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.