Pinkies up dahling...

I was invited to a very special event today. We went up to Longmont to lend a hand in removing ReAnnon and Noel’s kitchen countertops to ready for their new granite install. In the middle of all the commotion Anya pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to go upstairs and play in her room with her. How could I resist…besides I wasn’t being any help with the tear out anyway. On our way up the stairs she informed me that we would be having a lovely tea party. Anya lead me into her pretty pink girly bedroom and told me where I should sit, so I did…she told me she would be right back, she had to get something. Out she comes carrying a box that I recognized immediately and it touched my heart. It was the pretty little Beatrix Potter china tea set that my mom gave her for Christmas a few years ago.


I was all smiles watching Anya very carefully set up our tea pot, cups, saucers, sugar bowl and creamer before pouring our first pretend cup of raspberry tea. As we raised our cups to drink she said “pinkies up dahling”, so up they went. We sat there for quite some time sipping our imaginary exotic teas and tasting our yummy make believe cakes and berries. We talked and giggled and tried to act oh so proper with our British accents…pinkies up dahling, pinkies up. Our imaginations were at their finest. It was delightful. I love our special times together, just the two of us, a most lovely tea party it was indeed. I studied the cute little tea cups and couldn’t help but think of my mom. I remember how excited she was when she found this little tea set. I wonder if she imagined enjoyable times like we shared today. I like to think she did. As it turns out, this sweet little tea set was not only a special gift for Anya, but one for me as well.

Melancholy days

I’m having some hard days since my dad’s passing. Maybe it will help to write about it, I don’t know. My dad was the last physical connection I had to my parents and I’ve been missing them both so much now that he’s gone too. It’s weird but it seems I mourn the loss of my mom more now than before. As long as I’m busy with things I’m fine, but when times are quiet they come to mind then here comes the lump in the throat followed by the tears. Lucky for me Kevin is usually close by for one of those wonderful wrap around hugs he gives so freely. I know he understands. He’s an orphan too.

We all grow up knowing that one day our parents will be gone. It’s the natural order of things. Knowing that though doesn’t prepare you in any way for how heartbreaking it is when it actually happens. It's all weighing pretty heavy right now but I know I’ll work through it all and be fine.   In the meantime, I’ll let myself feel what I need to feel while moving from my physical connection to a spiritual one. 

Times a waistin'...

I’m 55…already…Wow! It’s funny how you still feel so much younger in your heart and mind. The little aches and pains and what looks back at me in the morning mirror tells it all though. Everyone gets older and that includes me too, like it or not. The years go by so unbelievably fast anymore. In the spirit of that, it’s time to get busy and start doing some new things, some of those things I’ve just talked about but have never actually seen through, like keeping a blog. I’ve always loved the whole idea of blogging and have to admit I get such a kick out of reading the interesting stories and insights in blogs kept by other family members. I hope to be able to likewise entertain with a few posts of my own.
So…that’s one item checked off my “mini” bucket list for 2010. I hope you come and visit "My Bizness" from time to time (for those of you that don’t know, Biz has been a nickname for me on the Parson’s side of my family since I was a toddler) clever, huh?