My sister, Lori, shared the following with me several years ago. Because I have used it and shared it myself, I’m not sure how much of the writing of this is mine, and how much of these words are hers. Lori died in February 2019.
I think that the mixing up of our words pretty well describes our lives. I cannot extract her thoughts and her words, her presence from who I am. I miss her wisdom. And so I share this today from Lori (and me).
Our Grama Beulah graduated from college in the 1920s (the first time). She majored in “elocution” (that was a real thing). She performed recitations (much like you might see in “Anne of Green Gables”).
About two months ago I was invited to a barbecue. The shortened version of the invitation read like this:
Saturday, May 25th
Kathi has plenty of space if anyone wants to sleep over…
As I read this I laughed out loud, my mind began to race and I had to ask myself the question, “Did I know about this? Did I forget this?” I was fairly confident that this was new information to me, as I had no recollection at all of a related conversation (other than “we should have another barbecue…”). I checked my calendar and responded that I would be free and able to attend the barbecue at my house on the 25th. (The one who issued the invitation then sent his first apology, followed by two more apologies… at which point I told him to stop.) Read the rest of this entry →