I’ve decided to give the blog a rest. I can’t give it up, but I need some more time off to accomplish a few things. I’ll begin posting again in a few weeks, unless I feel compelled to share something before then. I have been pouring over the yearbooks Tammy Van Dam sent to me. I want to organize my thoughts and stories about what those good old high school years were like back in the old days…
I’m doing fine. Cyndie has her ups and downs, but we’re both enjoying life. Kip is holding up well. At least I think he is.
We are both very fortunate to have what we feel are pretty meaningful lives…all due to having wonderful friends and family. I’m sometimes blown away by how blessed we are.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Mom and I miss Cousin Valerie, so I’m going to rerun a poem I wrote about our mothers, who were sisters and friends.
Gus, Mom, Aunt Ella, and Uncle Jeff
I know the Little Murdo Girl and her brother Billy, really love their Mom. Billy took her to the races for Mother’s Day, but really, what could be better than a heartfelt poem from your daughter?
Hi Mom, I called to…Mary is that you?
Yes Mom, I want to…I called Ella today. I had some “news” to tell. To get a word in edgewise, I really had to yell!
Well, Mom how long…Oh, we talked an hour, and it was on my dime. If she wants to talk again, she’ll have to call next time.
So, Mom…I’d tell you what she said, but it was blah, blah, blah. If you really want the truth, I forgot it, ha, ha, ha.
I only have a minute Mo…I went shopping with my coupons. I thought I’d save a ton. They told me they were all expired. No more two for one. Say, last time I saw you, I was constipated. Did I tell you aloe vera juice is highly overrated? I use Metamucil now, two teaspoons to a cup. You should try it dear, you really sound bound up.
I have a question Mo…I have a tickle in my throat. I’m sure that I’ll start coughin. It’s been fun catching up. You should call more often.
I’ve been trying to reach you Mom, but it’s been really hard….
Oh never mind, this Mother’s Day, I’ll just send you a card.
I heard her hang the phone up. She was in a tizzy.
I knew if I called back again, the line would still be busy.
She’d be calling sister Ella, so they can talk in rhymes.
I know for sure that every day, they talk at least three times.
Aunt Ella and Cousin Valerie Leckey