After my last column, I talked to some people who live alone to see what they did in the bread department. The consensus was that the loaves are too big, but by keeping the bread in the refrigerator instead of the freezer or the breadbox is a satisfactory solution. Carrie emailed me to say that she uses the refrigerator to store the bread and that seems to work fine. OK, I just bought a new loaf and I’ll store it in the refrigerator and let you know how it is in a week or so.
I had a pleasant visit from my grandson and his intended who were here visiting and getting to know folks from each side of the family. When they got to me, it was easy; I am the only one left from my original family, and they just had to say, “Hi Al.”
I admire people who have big, close families. There always seems to be a good support system with those families. My mother died when I was little, in third grade I think, and I lived with my grandparents and older brothers when they married. I was sort of an unofficial orphan. This was pretty common in the old days. A lot of mothers died at an early age. In my mother’s family only one of four women lived to old age, Aunt Agnes.
When you look back on how things worked in those days, you wonder how so many of us survived. My grandparents were wonderful people, but I often think if I would put up with a rebellious teenager which I turned out to be. My father remarried and moved to a fairly far away state. He gave me a choice of staying with my grandparents or going with him. I made the obvious choice. I couldn’t leave my home and my friends; at that point it was all I had. So my grandparents were stuck with me until my older brothers returned from WW II and married. They each got a chance to put up with me. They are all gone and all of my children but one are scattered around the world. I do have two half-sisters and a half-brother, but they too live far away. So, it was, “Hi Al; let’s go to lunch.” It was nice seeing them before they returned to their pretty far away home.
I have a new problem for shopping. Now that I’ve killed all the outdoor plants that I over wintered, I need to replace them. There are at least three places in the yard that need pairs of hanging plants plus some single ones in various areas. My “brown thumb” is going to cost me a lot of money.
I know a lot of widowed people talk about the presence of their lost loved ones and I’ve never questioned them, but I didn’t put much stock in it either. Recently, however, I think I have the feeling that my late wife is around. This is not like ghost busters or anything; it’s more that I kind of feel that she’s around for a second or so. I hope she’s with me for plant shopping.
There’s a couple of big days coming, get ready! firstname.lastname@example.org.