While pondering life early this morning while having my coffee, it dawned on me that because I
am ‘of a certain age’ I am now expected to downsize everything:
my home, my collections, my wardrobe, my jewelry, my décor stash in the garage, my crate of milk glass vases for parties, my crate of champagne flutes for parties, my Christmas decorations, the number of Christmas trees I have, my dishes, my chafing dishes for parties, my silver plate, the punch bowls and punch cups I collected for Heather’s wedding , my cookbook collection, and my small quirky vases for my zinnias- to name a few.
Because I thrive best in a back door, find all the exits, take your own car in case you need to leave mentality,
I do best when I can keep my options open.
I have decided therefore, I am keeping my downsizing options open too.
I still have my big toe in my life prior to today.
I enjoyed having all of those Christmas parties for my teacher/non-teacher friends and using my milk glass and silver plate, and decorating 3 trees, and earmarking cookbooks looking for just the right appetizer recipes.
I enjoyed finding all of those punch bowls and punch cups for Heather’s wedding so I could create a tier of punch bowls by the cake table. Finding those punch cups at the flea market was a blast.
I enjoyed driving from Ross to Ross collecting boxes of champagne flutes that have been used many, many times at brunches, baby showers, and wedding showers in my home and in the homes of my friends.
The flip side of this memory laden coin is that sweet girls-
I know this is changing even as I write this letter.
That ship has sailed, but another one is coming in.
Now at this new stage of life-
I would much rather sit at a ballpark watching my grandsons play baseball-
no milk glass, punch cups, or champagne flutes required.
So we shall see, won’t we, how this all evolves?
I love you,