“Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”

The morning is windy, cold and grim. The dead leaves at the end of the branches are falling, raining to the ground. The tallest branches of the old pine tree sway against the white grey sky. I didn’t just go out to get the paper. I also loaded trash bags into the trunk and picked-up yesterday’s mail. It was so cold my sweatshirt wasn’t enough. The wind blew right up my sleeves. I even think they billowed.

When Nala was among the missing, I called her from the yard. No Nala. I went outside to look for her. Henry followed. I called her over and over and checked out the yard. No Nala. I went upstairs to see if she was napping on my bed. Still no Nala. I kept calling. My voice gave away my panic. It was then Nala sauntered in through the dog door. I’m not enjoying her hide and seek game.

My dance card has a few events. Tonight is uke practice and tomorrow is my lesson. Tomorrow is also dump day and booster day. I have a chore list for today. I have to unearth my kitchen floor. I’m hoping to find artifacts. One chore is already crossed off the list. I’ve changed the cat litter and put it in the trunk. I’m exhausted.

When I was a kid, I had no chores. My mother made the beds, did the laundry, cooked meals, washed the dishes and cleaned the house. When I got home from school, my rumpled bed was made. The bureau drawers were filled with clean laundry. It was like magic.

On the night before I left for Ghana I called home to say good-bye. My mother told me she had folded the sweatshirt I had left on my bed and she had put it away. It was then my mother started to cry. I hated hearing her cry. She told me she realized that would probably be the last time she did that. It was the first time I had heard her cry about my leaving. It was the last time she folded my clothes.

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10 Comments on ““Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    This morning was not as cold as yesterday but I’m wearing a sweater and a light jacket at my desk. The building where I work has no heat. The original builders didn’t think a big concrete building in Texas needed heat. They were wrong and my fingers are numb while I’m typing. The predicted high for today outside is 69° inside it’s colder. 🙂

    Nala is entertaining at best and frustrating at worst. 🙂

    When I was a kid my mother and then my aunt did everything for us. The word chores doesn’t exist in a Jewish household. While in college I had to figure out how to do laundry and change my own sheets. After discovering that my underwear was pink instead of white I realized why I had to separate the colored cloths from the white ones. 🙂 I didn’t own a vacuum cleaner until I got married. Previously, I had a maid clean my apartment every two weeks. My wife fired the maid because she didn’t think the maid did a good enough job.

    Good luck with your booster shot. After mine I didn’t want to get out of bed for two days. I was prepared and got the shot on a Friday. It was a lost weekend. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      That is awful, no heat. I’d find that not only uncomfortable but also a health hazard. Can you bring a small electric heater or use the heat pads in your gloves, the sort where the fingers aren’t covered so you can type. The high will only be 40˚. We’re close at 39˚.

      Nala does drive me crazy sometimes. Other times I do laugh. She is a funny dog. She is under two which makes her still a puppy. She, being a boxer, will always be a bit rambunctious.

      I also had to figure out how to do laundry. One time the buzzer stayed on. I had no idea why. Someone told me the laundry was out of balance in the machine. I had no idea. I have always had someone clean my house every two weeks when I worked. When I retired I decided I didn’t want to spend time cleaning so I kept my cleaning couple.

      I hope the booster will be okay. I have friends who have had it and there were no ill effects. I hope I go their way, not yours.

  2. Christer. Says:

    Slightly less cold here this morning but the ice covering the car was like concrete. Thankfully no wind here. I think I need to buy a new ice scraper.

    Alma is an impossible dog in many ways 🙂 🙂 🙂 but she’s too curious so she always comes running in high speed when I call her name 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I was out tonight, and it was really cold, down to 36˚ where it will stay most of the night. The poor dogs have cold ears when they come inside the house.

      While I was out, Nala went through the bag of recycled papers and newspapers. I found tattered paper all over the living room. At least she didn’t destroy something valuable. That dog is into everything, but she is a love. I do chuckle at some of her antics.

      Enjoy your day!

      • Christer. Says:

        I’ll start spreading white pepper on everything I really don’t want her to chew on, I’ll pay for it too by sneezing a lot but she really needs to learn that not everything is a chew toy 🙂 🙂 🙂

      • katry Says:

        I’d have to pepper my entire house. Things have sat around for months then she decided she wants it. I never know what to expect.

  3. Les Says:

    Life is like the onion. Peel it and find lots of layers. That’s true. There are lots & lots of layers for me. Who I am, what I’ve done, where I’ve been, what I do, etc. Life is only what you make it.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Les,
      As we learn and as we experience life, we build up layers and we become. Everything I have done is who I am.

  4. Rowen Says:

    How wrenching. I remember leaving home for the first real step into adulthood. There was a move to the other side of the country. My mother put on a brave face for me. But I knew.

    • katry Says:

      Rowen,
      I was sad after this conversation. I had never seen or heard my mother cry before. She was so supportive of my decision to go into the Peace Corps, and she held in her sense of loss until that last night. I remember promising to write as soon as I could. I did.


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