Looking Back
Took down a seldom used cup for coffee this morning. It asked if I’d still love it when it was 64. I think it was a gift from my wife for a birthday or anniversary or maybe Christmas. I really have no idea. I only know it’s been in the house a long time because there was a time when 64 felt like it was a long way off. It still feels as though it’s a long way off, just in the opposite direction. And I like how the cup has a picture of two rabbits, gray, one with bifocals, sitting at a breakfast table, hunched over as though 64 is truly an old age. It wasn’t when I was there, and I doubt it is now.
These are the days of digging up the past. Yesterday, I packed away China from the cabinet to get ready for the China cabinet’s big move out of the corner. There, on the bottom shelf, was the topper from our wedding cake back in June of 1970. That was nice to see. I’d forgotten it was there. I also liked looking at the Sabino figurines I bought over the years for my wife, the pewter from Germany, the Wedgewood, and the David Winter collection gathered one piece at a time after every trip to London. It’s a lifetime of little, I love you’s.
I’m digging in the pantry today because that’s where the stored China is going. I’m going to dump my collection of canning jars. Since the peach tree died, I’ve had no use for them and they’re just taking up space. I’ll probably pack them off to my son in Houston who cans and cooks and makes his own bacon. Bravo. I have no idea where that gene came from. But I’m glad he got it because his homemade bacon is delicious as are his biscuits and briskets. I wish I had some of his bacon right now, but store bought will have do.