The Locket

I've had the locket for a long time. The pictures are of my brother and me. It was my mother's and supposedly she gave it to my father. This I find hard to believe. I can't imagine him wearing a locket. He just wasn't that kind of guy. I remember when the picture of my brother was taken. One summer we lived at Rockaway Beach. My mother had a hamburger stand near the boardwalk and we lived in an old Victorian rooming house. I don't know how long we stayed, but to a child it seemed like forever. Oh, and I have to mention that my father wasn't with us. The picture of my brother was taken on the beach. I recently started wearing the locket again. When I open it it makes me stop and remember a time in my life that was kind of crazy. That's how it was with my mother. Kind of crazy!






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Shoes, again

We have a Good Will superstore in town. I have to confess that I go there about once a week and that's when I saw these shoes. They are beautifully made with genuine leather soles and brand new to boot!!! No, to shoe!!! Anyway I tried them on and they were a little too big. Oh well I thought, I won't buy them. I was quite pleased with myself for resisting them. Of course later on I was mad at myself for not buying them. Did I mention that they cost $6??? When I went back a few days later they were still there!! Well you know that this time there was no hesitation. I've been thinking of them as art. When I see something that's made as beautifully as these shoes are, what else can they be? As for them being a little big - I'm going to wear them with socks. I can't wait!

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In My Room

I am transitioning to summer. I put away the bright pillows and most of the nicknacks. My curtains are white linen. Since they've been up all year, I'm thinking about washing them. Looking at my Uncle's painting, I feel that I should move it. The oranges that I love seem out of place now that I'm in summer mode. It's interesting how I'm affected by color. In the winter, in the midst of all the snow, I relished my shocking pink Christmas tree. It warmed me and made me feel happy. Now I need the white to cool me. As I sit at my desk, I can see my new fountain. It's right outside my window. This is my space, the place where I create, the place where I am home. I suppose it would be nice to have my own separate room, but I can't imagine anything that would be better than "my room".




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