Well I can hardly believe it is November and since my last blog I was very busy with work-related stuff - overseeing production and video for the WICT New England - Evening of Excellence held in Norwood, MA. It was like planning a wedding. I had only the production piece to plan which would be the nuts to the soup partt. It was a most rewarding experience, but as like a wedding - after the months of planning the day went by in a blur of a moment. But what a night!
My momma has always been a caregiver. If it wasn't us, it was her momma and dad, my stepdad, and her older brothers - one who she cared for lovingly while he was in his last weeks with terminal liver cancer. The other, who lives one floor above her, and never married, while he recouped from pancreatic cancer treatment but thankfully recovered. But yet, she still watches over him, even though she is the youngest. And at work - the job she retired from as a nurses' aid in a convalescent facility and now, to make ends meet, at an elementary school where she is known as "The lunch lady" by the children.
This past summer, we were on a plane to Orlando and behind her one of the children called out "Lunch Lady - it me, Paul!" Paul's mother looked at us with bewilderment so my momma explained to her in lengthy narration as the parent nodded with a smile. And on that same vacation at Epcot Center, she received a tap on her arm - another child who recognized the Lunch Lady within a sea of strangers - over 1200 miles from home. I think it is my momma's nature to take care of people. It gives her a satisfied purpose in life and validation of who she is. I suppose she has always known who she is - not like our generation, where we are always trying to find out who we are. She says, pointedly - just look in the mirror. That's sensible New Englander talk - why don't I have that?
I know this knitted afghan will be a great surprise for her. She loves hand-made things, who doesn't? And the next time I stop by, I will know where to find her. Passing the kitchen where a dinner will be warming on the stove and walking through the dining room where a chilled glass of Merlot, ice on the side, sitting next to the table setting, and then into the connecting parlor where my momma will be, watching for me through the window, with her afghan on her lap to warm her knees.
Well, I got a little off topic - that's what happens when memories set in. But today, I am off to learn wire working. I've been wanting to work with metals for long time now. It looks so fascinating and intricate. This is the introductory class that Tatnuck Bead Westborough offers and every time it has been scheduled, I was unable to make the trip up to Westborough. Since I was already staying in Massachusetts for the weekend, the timing was perfect to take this class. Next blog entry, I will talk about my experience with wire and a photo of my first creation! Tata for now!