Weaving Bedtime Stories

Figgy is up late in her attic room/painting studio studying for college finals...I wish she got more sleep. Punchy is off to dreamland. She had me tell her stories from when she was a baby, from when my Mom was a girl, and from my childhood, when I spent a lot of time playing with my cousins Annie and Cathy, who lived 10 houses away on Bedford Road. [Their mom is my godmother, Aunt Gloria.] We rode bikes, drank milk and Cathy watched "Dark Shadows" after school while I, a timid coward at heart, skillfully avoided it.

It was fun to revisit my afternoons down the block. Seems like a much simpler time and place, but even now, 50 years later, I see that a safe, cozy home run by adults who love you is a comfort and joy. That's what I learned as a girl. 

Busy day, must sleep. Good night.

TCOY

1. Private Benjamin.
2. Did a little bit of Christmas shopping, to lift the spirit, at enchanting Over the Moon.
3. Broccoli at dinner. Effort involved. Would rather drink sweet, creamy eggnog and eat dense fruitcake this time of year.
4. Made blowout appt.