Mom gets a kick out of a mechanical St. Nick. Nice to see her smile for a change.
It was poignant yesterday to read that among Elizabeth Edwards last duties as a mother was to write a letter to her children with instructions about how to go about their lives.
Of interest is that of all the mediums she might have chosen – video, audio, etc. – she chose the one option that is most personal and private and likely to have lasting meaning. What is distressing is her children will never have the chance for a follow-up. While we might want to see what she wrote, it’s best that it is for her children’s eyes only. We should never see it. Some things best remain private.
Perhaps her final act of love will move others to follow suit while they still can create their own lasting impressions.
Today’s letter to mom isn’t in the same category as Elizabeth Edwards, but I do get the opportunity, unlike Ms. Edwards, to spread my love over time.
December 10, 2010
Mom: We’ve had better weeks than the one you just endured. But it sounds as if everything is working out for the best. I’m glad you got some good care at the right time because you needed it. I’m still trying to make heads and tails out of what happened, but your other son will fill me in on all the details. At least this is happening before, and not during, Christmas.
It’s been exceptionally cold back here. Even I’m frozen. My lettuce and herbs went goodbye when the temperatures hit about 15F in the mornings. It’s just a raw cold that penetrates right through you. But for the most part there is no wind pushing it so that’s good. It might climb into the 50s this weekend but the weather guys say it should be frigid during the next week. Yuck.
Well, I’ve been trying to make some bird feeders for the kids and for my kitchen window but I appear to not have anywhere near the woodworking skills that dad had. In no way, shape or form do I stick to the rule that says “measure twice, cut once.” I do just the opposite: I eyeball everything and then make a wild guess. Let me tell you that doesn’t work out so hot. The results show it. The cuts are crooked and a little bit too long or too short. I didn’t bother to get the right wood screws. Hopefully the only things that won’t notice the errors are the birds. I hope to install one of the feeders at the window sometime this weekend. Small houses don’t cost as much as I’ve dropped on these things. Ellen wants one so that’s all that matters.
Reid is thinking about going to graduate school in New York City. I’m a little apprehensive about it but as Andy and Joe have both shown, there are worse things than getting an advanced degree. The big questions are what will he do with it once he gets it and how will he pay for it.
I’ve been nursing a bit of a cold since last weekend’s cold snap. It hasn’t stopped me from working (or appearing to work) and I’m feeling quite a bit better than I was Monday and Tuesday. I made a pot of chili and had some baked chicken last night, neither of which were as good as yours but for guy food they were okay. I had a couple of beers and who knows, perhaps those helped, too. Hey, you always told me to drink liquids when we had a cold. Beer is liquid, isn’t it?
My Christmas shopping is done, and the kids got all the basics they asked for in terms of cold weather gear. That made the shopping pretty easy, and most of it was done on the Internet and already has been shipped. You could say I took the easy way out.