Writing and Reading Today

Today is my writing meeting here at the Senior Community where I live. I am the facilitator, I give the homework, and guess what, I didn’t do my homework for today. So now I have to do last week’s homework and this week’s homework. I already started on next week’s homework..and I will be prepared. While in class, we wrote what I call a Shimmering Image story. (I didn’t make up the name Shimmering Image, someone else did) It’s part of a memoir piece that stands out vividly in our minds. Mine was about getting my foot operated on, and my son, who was six at that time, brought me home a gift. He had wrapped it in newspaper, and gave it to me while I sat in the living room, on a kind of lazy boy chair. He was so proud, but when I opened it, it comtained a smelly dead fish! I thanked him, and told him to go up and do his homework. As soon as he went up the stairs, I got my crutches and threw the foul smelling fish in the garbage disposal. Whew, what a smwll. I hoped it wouldn’t perfume the whole house. Now that was a shimmering image, how could I ever forget that day.

As for reading, we hav started a book club. Different in that we all would be reading our own choice of books, and bringing in a detailed synopsis to read to the group. We meet once a month, and our first meeting will be the 25th of February. Should be an interesting meeting. I was going to do the book I read a long time ago, Mitigated Circumstances by Nancy Taylor Rosenberg, because I thought the book had much we could discuss. Instead, I just started reading In MY Hands, the story of Irena Gut, the lady who saved all those Jews in Poland. We have all heard about how she did that in stories of her and in movies, but this book starts at her very young age of fourteen. I am mesmerized by her ability to think and act the hero, without a thought to her own safety. She is my hero, and I would hope in a case of emergancy that I could react with the same king of courage. I salute her.

On a quite different tack, my four year old great granddaughter, was going to take a bath. She always dresses and undresses herself, this is one kids who doesn’t want any help, she can do it herself. Well, she couldn’t get her shirt off, so she said, “F…k it, I’m frustrated.” My granddaughter burst out laughing until she was crying and asked, “Why did you say that?” And her answer, so simple, “Well, when Daddy gets frustrated, that’s what he says. In fact he said it four times yesterday while he was trying to fix the lights on the kitchen ceiling.” Out of the mouths of babes, they see all and hear all.
I can’t top that.

The rest of my week is easy, Meditation, Mah Jongg and the knitting instructor. My sweater I’m knitting is in big trouble, and I need to hear what my knitting lady tells me. I have the back finished, the sleeves finished, and the front up to the armholes. The problem is I had to buy more yarn online, and although they said it was the same dye lot, it isn’t. And it shows. Could you send me some luck? I probably will ahve to scrap this whole sweater. Bummer.

Hope you all have a nice week planned. Talk to you soon.
Remember to keep love and kisses in your life.

Comments

  1. I didn’t make it to the meeting, but I did post 2 “Shimmering Image” stories on Facebook, so do I get credit for that? Ha Ha Ha!

  2. Thank you for sharing your world with us. Good luck on the knitting . . . and the homework. I loved hearing the F*&$ it story! What a girl! xoxoxo

    • Helene Moore says:

      Yup, that was a great story… she is too funny and a joy to have around.
      Missing you.
      L&K

  3. Glad you’re finding Irena’s story inspiring. I think this week I’ll be doing Night…

    I enjoyed hearing the story about your son and the fish. Where did he get it from? And kids, yes, we have to be ever vigilant about what we say around them. I found this post today, very inspiring: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/josh-misner-phd/to-the-ticket-agent-at-the-delta-counter_b_4733642.html

    Read and enjoy!

    • Helene Moore says:

      The school grounds, 900 beautiful acres, had a pond there, and that’s where he found the fish.
      I finished In Her Hands, so much I didn’t know about her, the book was an eye opener. Some people just find the courage to help others, no matter how much danger they are in.
      I’m now reading Alicia..another true account of someone in that era. Don’t know yet what she did, but I’ll be finding out soon.
      Then I will also read Night.