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“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”

March 22, 2016

A lovely day with lots of sun, a deep blue sky and a little breeze greeted me this morning. Most of the snow has disappeared. The only bits left are in shaded areas. I’m being hopeful and putting my primroses on the front step. They’ve been in the house keeping warm since I bought them, but I think it is warm enough to introduce them to the world.

Today I have lists, but I’m quite behind my time because I spoke to both of my sisters this morning. One sister is sick so it was a short conversation, but my other sister, in Colorado, and I spoke close to an hour. Yes, we did find plenty to talk about for all that time. Lulls are generally not part of our conversations.

I still keep in touch with a few of my childhood friends. We talk every couple of months and get together about twice a year. My college friends and I lost track of each other while I was in Ghana. We wrote for a while but the time between letters got longer and longer and then the letters stopped. We were living far different lives a long way from each other. I still have Peace Corps friends that I met in 1969, and I feel as close to them now as I did when we worked and lived together. We shared an experience few are fortunate to have and built a bond which has stayed strong. We have stories which make us laugh every time we tell them. I think it is the same with just about every volunteer no matter the country of service. We all have a bathroom story, but I use bathroom loosely here. Outhouse, hole in the ground or a quick run into the bushes would be better choices. I know I’ve tried them all. We have great stories about medical problems and try to top each other in the telling. The conversations usually include worms, boils, tropical skin diseases, infections, cracked lips and feet and diarrhea, the bane of most volunteers. We graphically describe the symptoms and are never offended or grossed out by what we hear. Sometimes we even applaud the story, the grosser the story the longer the applause.

My closest friends live down the street. We are an odd family of three. We celebrate major and rare holidays together, rare holidays like Cowboy Day. We decorate and wear special clothes to help celebrate. I still have my cowboy hat and my sombrero from Cinco de Mayo. We greeted the sunrise together at the beach on the first day of spring. I’m working on their Easter baskets. They are fun friends. My life is enriched by knowing them.

I have no idea how I got where I did. I guess mentioning childhood friends set me on my way. I’ll just end here with how lucky I am with my friends.

“Sisters share the scent and smells – the feel of a common childhood.”

January 22, 2011

The freeze is on its way with single digits and even below zero temperatures predicted for the next few nights. Daytime highs will be in the teens or the low 20’s. It’s time to hunker down with an afghan and a new book.

Even Miss Gracie is never outside for long. She prefers to look out the front door rather than ramble through the yard. The birds at the feeders look as if they’re shrugging, hunched up, to stay warm. Mostly they’re goldfinches but yesterday a house finch joined them. I could see the red on his head. I don’t know where my chickadees have gone. They used to be the largest population at the feeders.

When I was young, I had to share a room with my sister. She and I were too far apart in age to have any shared interests. Sometimes I’d want to be alone in my room, but up she’d come and with a know-it-all voice say, “This is my room too, you know,” as if I could ever forget. She and my other little sister were a twosome. A lot of times they played in the cellar with various dolls and their doll carriages, and I was thrilled to be rid of them.

I went off to college when they were 13 and 11 and then after graduating I left for the Peace Corps. One of my sisters told me that my going to Ghana meant they’d get more presents for Christmas. I remember the Sunday my parents were driving me to the airport for the flight to Philadelphia for staging. My sisters were asked if they’d like to come. They said no.

It’s funny how the differences in years disappear when you’re adults. I love spending time with my sisters. We still don’t have a whole lot in common, but that doesn’t seem to matter any more. We get together and laugh, play some games and enjoy each other. I can’t remember the last time I  suggested they play in the cellar.

“Sisters share the scent and smells – the feel of a common childhood.”

June 23, 2010

It is a glorious day, but World Cup Soccer holds us inside, enthralled, as we root for the USA against Algeria. Shouts and screams and a few obscenities have kept me in touch with the action as I sit here, and I run in for the replay so I can do my share of the moaning and groaning. I am not a die-hard soccer fan, but I always root for my home team. The only games I’ve watched have been the US and Ghana. I hate those horns!!

My boys of summer lost last night. We were a crowd of twelve and we went early to have dinner near the field. The whole area was awash with Red Sox fans wearing t-shirts, hats and jerseys. Too bad our numbers couldn’t have propelled the boys to a victory.

This is a lazy vacation. We get to sit and enjoy each other’s companionship, watch a little sports and eat great food. I think the only thing missing is a hammock hung in the shade between two trees. I guess the patio will just have to do.

When we were kids, my sister Maureen was a nuisance, a blight on my social life. My brother and I had fights over whose turn it was to babysit when my parents went out on a Saturday night. I hated to lose because I’d have to sit and watch my two sisters play dolls. I’d  seethe the whole time that I was stuck home. Little did I know that my sisters would become my friends, people with whom I choose to spend time and, in the case of Moe, choose to fly across the country to visit. If I had known back then, I might have joined them for a little while and play dolls.

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