Note to world #99

She often joked about needing a drink – so much so that people thought she might have a drinking problem. But really she meant drinks of the caffeinated variety, and she was never seen without a grubby paper cup of java in various stages of approach to cold murky grossness. 

Modern shadows

She took all her pieces of sadness and glued them together. Then she carefully added just enough glitter and ribbons to hide anything plain or ugly. She tacked on a slight smile and put on a laugh track, the one from the 1970s that crackled at the kind of humor on Archie Bunker. She taped any stray pieces into place. Then she poured it all into a power suit and sat it behind a fake cherry corporate desk.

This was her work self and it worked well : as long as no one touched her. She actively discouraged touching of any kind. She also couldn’t stand crying – water made the glitter slide, and the sound on the laugh track skipped and stuttered.

Actually, now that she thought about all of this, she realized that this was also probably her dating self.

Wait. Scratch that – it was her all purpose self.

She wasn’t even sure what was underneath it anymore. Neither did anyone else.

Note to world #203

Her younger daughter provided the most scientific explanation for that eerie quiet that falls over the world during a snowstorm.

But she, the mother, believed in the magical idea that the calm came when life paused and caught it’s breath at the beauty of snowflakes brushing against the warmth of love and grace in their tumble toward the earth.

And she hoped maybe one day her daughter would find the logic in that explanation too.

Note to world #646

Today we found an old music and art library and spent a lazy afternoon breathing in the smell of old salty vinyl, musty leather and brittle paper. We took photographs of all the carefully catalogued items in a vain effort to catch our fleeting memories of this time together, knowing the images would never be as perfect.

But anyway, on the way home, my younger daughter fell asleep in the car, hugging her big camera.

And I thought this was a good day. A very good day.