It’s been a lovely few sunny days with crisp nights. Somehow that seems perfection as I watch the
weather reports from the east.
I talked with my youngest twice this week. She seemed happy to hear from me and I delighted
in hearing her voice.
“I don’t want money, Mother, I want something you picked.”
We got Margot a few real things this year too. Usually, knowing how broke they are, I send
money. Maybe it’s because Mother always
sent me money that I’ve done it all these years.
OK, so now I’ll send things up into the land of the rain and
the land of the heat.
I post pictures from the land of the sun taken on
Thanksgiving day too.
I wave.
It is indeed the land of rain. It's totally wet and dreary today. But when spring comes its beauty will cause us to forget days like this one.
ReplyDeleteMoney is often appreciated when you have so little, I can remember those days.
ReplyDeleteI have one who is a bit short - short of cash at times (as well as short of height all the time lol)
ReplyDeleteI often get her vouchers - fuel is one she appreciates also vouchers from her local butcher. They love to go to the cinema when they can afford it so cinema vouchers are welcome as well (especially Gold Class ones)
Yes in a way it is cash but cash in disguise that she doesn't mind getting.
Cathy
You met George IN the cottage?! That must have been an experience. lol kidding
ReplyDeleteI used to give cash or gift certificates, but this year, I have bought objects that they might like.
ReplyDeleteThe yellow cottage hasn't changed.
ReplyDeleteIt is so hard to know what the young-ins want, I think. I sometimes give gift certificate, other time local art stuff, and sometimes we exchange lists of what we want. I love that little house and I bet there are lots of memories from there. What a life you have lived!! Did you ever write how you met Geezer? Maybe I missed it.
ReplyDeleteI seem to remember that little cottage. Was that tall apartment there when you lived there?
ReplyDeleteAww.. it must bring back memories. I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteIf I had lived in that tiny cottage, I would never want to leave it. Beautiful.
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