Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break from our lives to enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)! / Grab a cup of coffee and share with us! What’s been going on in your life? What are your weekend plans? Is there a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about?
Our host for Weekend Coffee Share is Eclectic Alli, whose coffee share post and Inlinkz link party for this weekend can be found HERE!
Greetings! I have gotten a late start, here, today. Putting some eggs in the pan to boil, and the tea water’s hot. Snacks are getting sparse, but there’s yogurt, bulk pecans, and peanut butter for g-f toast. Watching my diet to make all the items work for good, and my blood glucose levels are looking better (according to the home bg meter), now that I’ve been able to sleep soundly, again. Neck and back pains are much reduced, and my puppy is sleeping on me, which keeps me from tossing and turning during the night.
The house has been very quiet, this past week. Al goes out to forage for target items at the stores; spends time in his woodworking shop, electronics section, making a new, more compact radio antenna for a new project; and stays up late/wakes up late, reading Orwell’s 1984 for the first time. And I have a lot of time for thinking.
I am trying to gear up for National Poetry Month, writing a poem a day during April with my long-time cohort of poetry writers. My college alumni book club is beginning discussion on our book for March-May: A Woman of No Importance. Al and I have read it previously, and I am wondering if I will have anything constructive to add to the discussion. I worry that it will fade into a litany of how undervalued women were before, during, and after World War II. I have my suspicions that not that much has changed in social structure or attitudes over the intervening years.
My sister remarked, recently, that our mother was disappointed when she (my sister) walked away from her “career”, also the Navy, to raise a family; our mother did the same thing when she left the Navy at the end of the war. My sister stated that Mother never understood how undervalued her (my sister’s) work was, even when she went from working at home to work in-house in a related field after their children were old enough to attend school.
This train of thought has surfaced again on account of some poems that a friend sent to me, dealing with understanding the other, the not me. Or as one acquaintance during my college years said to me: “You’re not one of us. You’re one of them.” Which left me being invisible, then, but I discovered along the way that I don’t have to be a “me” that is like anyone else’s “me” or fits into anyone else’s categories.
One learns the darnedest things, reading archived letters from the 1940s and 1950s between and among family members, friends, and residents of a small town with a lot of gossip flowing to and fro. My sister’s made a book of the letters and photographs and had them printed privately for immediate members of the family.
Anyway, I now know more of the why’s that should have accompanied the what’s of my life. Now, I would like to show you more photographs. I went back to select some quiet scenes from my photo archives.
Thank you for stopping by! This Weekend Coffee Share did not head in a direction I ever could have predicted. But, it is “a topic you’ve just been ruminating on that you want to talk about.” Looking forward to visiting with you during these weekend days.
Best wishes for you in these perilous times. Holding you in the Light!
Hugs and much love,
Lizl
P.S. Wrote a poem, this week, for the Ronovan Writes Haiku poetry challenge: The Blood Remembers. Sort of like it.
The Moments Between 