Friday's Letters

Dear Memes,

Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without you. You give me focus and boundaries for my wandering
blog fodder that's in my head. Thanks! Besides that, I just plain like you.

Dear Blog Readers,

Thank you, also, for putting up with my steady flow of memes instead of "real" blogging when I don't have time for more thoughtful, original content. 

Dear Mother of the Preschool Girl in Front of Me at Carpool Drop-off this Morning,

Don't worry about lingering in front of my car to get your hug from your little pig-tailed daughter with the pink backpack.  I can wait. In fact, I want to wait, to live vicariously through you, as I no longer have anyone little enough getting out of my car and wanting a hug.  Oh, sure, I tell him I love him and ask if he needs help with his stuff. He says no, he doesn't, and of course would be mortified if I got out and hugged him. He is ten, after all, and getting a hug from his mom is just "not manly," he says. Not in public, I mean.

Dear Driver  in  REVERSE in front of Me in the parking lot,

What part of the "BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEP BEEeEEEEP!" do you not get when you are BACKING UP?  I mean, there's friendly and then there's FRIENDLY.  I don't know you, so let's just be friends, okay?  It works better when you leave some space between us, even if we  do become friends.  But thanks for saying "Oh, sorry, sorry!" so that I could hear you. We all make mistakes, but I really don't feel like swapping insurance info today. Or any day.

Dear Manly Son, I'm glad that even though you are in fifth grade, you still want me to hug you good morning before breakfast when it's just the two of us, you still enjoy telling me about your day after school, you still like for me to tuck you in at night and scratch your back.  And I like you when you call me Mommy.   I also enjoyed surveying you on some of your earliest memories today. I asked what song you remembered from when you were very little and you said, "Strinkle Wise."  Of course, we all know that's really "Strength Will Rise" (When We Wait Upon the Lord, Wait Upon the Lord). Now  I've got that tune stuck in my head, and a smile stuck on my face, which is good, considering I have this all this pre-company housework that I need strength for and don't usually smile about.

Dear Refrigerator, Would you mind just cleaning yourself out, wiping yourself down, and restocking yourself for once?  You sure take up a lot of space and just stand there doing nothing but shivering on an empty stomach.

Dear Pantry, Would you mind organizing your innerds for me and shutting your door automatically so the dogs can't find out that you spilled chips and almonds within their reach?

Dear Fall, I love the airs you put on. Go ahead and show off. Normally we don't think of "showing one's true colors" as a compliment, but in your case, we all gladly make exceptions. 

Dear Brother of my Hubby from Ohio and Sister of Mine from Arizona,  Of all 52 weeks in a year, you both decided to come visit us the very same week. What are the chances of that? I love it. We feel blessed to have our siblings come whenever they can. It's just funny, that's all, the timing. It always does us good to be with kinfolk who are helpful, funny, and are "dog people." I can't wait to give you nice, new mattresses to sleep on while you're here and do what you'd like to do in your "down time."

Dear Steve and Ambrey,  Now that I have your CD of engagement pictures, I am eager to blog that part of your ongoing love story. 

Dear Mothers of Grooms, I am considering doing the flowers myself for the wedding. Am I crazy? Can you offer me wisdom? The budget is too tight to hire a pro to do it all. I love flowers, but I also want to enjoy the day. Is it possible to be really involved AND enjoy one's child's wedding day?

Dear Housework, I am reconsidering the truth that only God is omnipresent. 

Love,
Zo