1) There’s an air of movement, rush and bustle, and uncertainty in the house today. The third-floor neighbors are moving out much of their stuff this weekend, which has prompted me to empty out all three of my large pine bookcases and (shortly) to clear off my large cherry coffee table - my gifts to them for their new home. In their place, big dusty gaps, piles of books in the study, and drifts of gilt-framed photos and gewgaws. These won’t be filled in for some time.
1a) I am just now remembering the two years Mother and Daddy lived in the rental house between selling Orchid Street and the completion of Bayouwood Court. Mother filled an entire bedroom of that rental house with boxes, floor to ceiling and wall to wall. Everyone said, “If you don’t need it while you’re there, just leave ‘em all!” But of course she didn’t . . . thank goodness!
2) Sunny and cold today. No snow, but not yet spring.
3) This being Saint Patrick’s Day, I remember all the school days when you had to wear green or get pinched. One year a girl in my class, J***** G*******, forgot, and was seen dashing to find a piece of green construction paper to protect her from pinches!
3a) Growing up I also remember the many family night suppers at First Methodist, enormous potluck affairs in the Fellowship Hall. One year when I was about in third grade the theme was Saint Patrick’s Day, and I remember winning a very large lollipop. Mother had decorated a short-brimmed straw hat for me to wear (the kind so fashionable now) with construction paper shamrocks, and I took the prize in my age group for costume.