Some random thoughts tonight: Why is there only one Chinese restaurant in Clermont? One of the cats now has a buzzcut, she looks like she’s made of velour. Wal-Mart has the cheapest basic grocery goods but I avoid most of the meat. I need more sleep. Actually it’s because pregnant women get severe leg cramps somewhere in the second trimester and it’s keeping me up at night. The doctor prescribed a pill which he says will not remove the cramps, but will make me so tired I won’t care.
Now begins the tedious task of bringing order into a chaotic household. There is a yard sale coming up and I already have three bins for it of nothing but kitchen items. There are clothes to sort through, which I like least of all, and boxes of other things that must be sorted. What can’t be sold will be donated – Use immediately, sell, give away or throw away is the new motto. My mother tended to keep things whether they were useful or not, even if she had duplicates, and this weekend I found myself knee-deep in paper plates and tossing out rusty knives. Every once in awhile someone stumbles on a picture or momento that tears us up, and then we dive right back into finding a place for the latest cake pan we didn’t know we had. My favorite oddity is the discovery of a United States Jell-O mold I plan to try out on the 4th, even though I personally don’t care for Jell-O. My mother used to use the expression “The key is…” a lot and as I’m learning the key is to concentrate on “now,” and at least for the short term, this house needs work NOW.
As this email goes out today I will be at my mother’s funeral service. It’s impossible to say everything you want to say, or how to even begin to sum up someone’s life. I spent a lot of time going through the old photo albums my dad pulled out and realized that my mother had had a very full life. She had a family she grew up with, she had a family of her own, and she got to see and do everything she meant to. Ok, she never ran away to England to meet the Beatles. She did snap a photo of them in concert. Notes and emails from the people who knew her tell me that friends found her to be generous with her time, her money and her sympathy. Leftover school materials remind me that she considered being a teacher her greatest achievement. And all of the momentos and toys she kept for us will show me in the future that she’d always planned for me to have children to pass them down to. Thank you everyone who sent a note, a text or a social network well-wish, I loved them all.