A to Z Challenge 2013 · Friday · musings · Uncategorized

Friday, Q is for quietly quirky…


I like people who are quietly quirky.

These people are different and a bit unconventional.
There are loud quirky folks, I guess, but I like quieter quirky people best.

Quirky people are not quite eccentric they just have some idiosyncrasies.
There are things they do or say all the time that are just different.
Like always putting their right sock on first or always reading the editorials in the paper before the front page.
Or like never leaving the house without saying “good-bye be a good boy” to…the cat. 

We all know quirky people and usually they are people we really like in spite of their quirkiness.
Or maybe we like them because they don’t think our quirks are odd.


Today, I think this qualifies as one very quirky way to nap.

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memories · Monday · Uncategorized

Monday, thinking about Ma…

I think of my mother at some point most days.  There are three days a year that I especially think of her;  May 1, the day she was born in 1917, Mother’s Day, February 21, the day she died 30 years ago.
She was a complicated woman.  A bit of a snob, easily hurt and never forgot the hurt, angry a lot of the time and her anger was not a pretty thing, definitely something to be avoided. She was superstitious, and very funny.  She didn’t know she was funny and would not think it a compliment to be told she was.  But, in fact she was truly funny.
She had quirky little superstitious habits that were taken very seriously and silly sayings that were meant as words of wisdom.

She would complain that the doctor gave her the  wrong prescription for glasses, then unknowingly wear my brother’s glasses all day.

One time she had a Perry Como record on the stereo and was happily dusting while listening to it.  The stereo was on the wrong speed and Perry sounded like Alvin and the Chipmunks. She never realized this and was quite surprised when it was pointed out.

She occasionally used deodorant as hairspray and never was the wiser.  We knew because her hair smelled liked Daddy’s Right Guard.

For all her strange ways and faults and funniness one thing about my mother that I will always remember and be grateful for is her unconditional love for my brothers and me.  There is no doubt she loved us.  Nobody would get away with messing with her kids if she had anything to say about it. 

I always knew that no matter what I did, no matter how ugly or bad, she would still love me and stand by me.  Oh, when I did wrong I had to pay the consequences, but I knew she would be there with me, she would never abandon me.  She taught me what unconditional love is like in this world. 

On her birthday I buy flowers.  Just a small bouquet that I put on my table.  They make me smile and would make her happy if she saw them.  On Mother’s Day no flowers, just thoughts of her.  And on this day, the anniversary of her death, I just miss her.


Friday · memories · Uncategorized

Friday, silly traditions…

My Ma was rather superstitious and she   was very serious about her traditions and rituals.  When we were little she did her best to instill these quirks of hers in us.  This time of year there were a few things that had to be done–or not done–or else.  What the or else entailed I don’t know because we  were always sure to follow the rules about these things.

On New Year’s Eve all the Christmas decorations had to come down and be packed up and put away.  You should never have the old hanging around on New Year’s day.  This was sometimes kind of hectic and could be frustrating because what took days to put up had to be gone in one day.  Somehow it was always done though.

Also, on New Year’s Eve you have to put a dime on the outside window sill.  On New Year’s morning if the dime is there for you to take back in the house it means you will bring money in all year.  But, woe, if the dime is not there to bring in you will lose money all year.

There were a couple of important things for New Year’s Day, too.  One is never-never eat chicken on that day but be sure to eat fish.  The reason  for this is chickens scratch backward and fish swim forward–easy to figure out right–you don’t want to go backward in the new year, only forward.

The other thing is to wear something new on the first of January.  You want new finery in the new year, don’t you?  Who wants to wear old rags all year?

I laugh at these little rituals now–but not too loudly.  I do put away the Christmas stuff on 12/31.  After the big day all that stuff looks sort of tired and tacky. I don’t always wear something new on the first of January–I like my old rags so it’s ok if I have to wear them another year.  The dime thing I don’t do either–maybe because I don’t have outside window sills.  And I don’t usually have fish on New Year’s day but I never have chicken–haven’t a clue about why that one stuck.

I suppose these are silly little things but they are memories of Ma and they make me smile remembering her and her many quirky traditions.