Yup.. she’s a beauty.
And everyone knows that food is love and the bigger the frig the more food and the more love! It would be a huge splurge. It’s what I love to do. Entertain. Make food. Food Is Love.
The stainless steel doesn’t turn me on. But I’ve been told that it’s time to join the real world and stop being a hippy. I’m still not sure this refrigerator fits my lifestyle. I really loved my magnetic door white frig with the 100 pictures plastered on it and magnets broadcasting everything from what wine to drink with dinner all the way to the phone number of my favorite appliance guy, Kenny.
I guess those days are over… sigh.
“So, can I have your address?” says the nice man at Lowe’s.” He’s about the age of my sons and tall and skinny and I’m thinking maybe I’ll invite him over sometime and try to fatten him up.
“Oh.. I don’t have it with me.” I’m embarrassed that I haven’t memorized my new address yet.
“OK. You can just call it in with your credit card and we’ll do the transaction over the phone.” He didn’t seem the least bit suspicious. “Now when would you like this delivered?”
“Um… I don’t know.” Now I’m sounding like a crazy lady.
“I bought a new townhouse (friggin’ 10 months ago) and it’s not done yet.”
“Oh.” he said with a raised eyebrow.
Yes, OH! That’s what I say!
Now, I don’t know my address. I don’t know when I’ll be in my new place. I don’t know how I’ve survived this transition without going a bit nuts. But I do know that I’m going to need that big ass frig so that I can have a lot of food and do a bunch of cooking and have people over and show them how much I love them and make my new house into a home so stop asking me all these silly questions and let’s get on with our business, shall we?
I thought to myself…
It’s been said that if you build it they will come.
Maybe if I buy the frig the townhouse will be done.
One can only hope…
I love this picture of my mom holding my son Robert when he was 3 months old. That joy you see in her expression and the contentment in little Robert’s face says it all.
Dorothy, Dottie, Dot, Auntie Dot, Sittie, Mom… She answered to many names whenever and whomever called and needed her warmth and generous love, her comforting down home cooking or just her calm presence and her sensible outlook on life.
25 years ago today my mom left us for what we fantasize as a “better place”. 25 years ago her five sons sat around her bed in her home and waited with her for the angels to come. I got the call at 3am, having gone home to nurse a hungry baby- my mom would have wanted me to do that.
We celebrated her life with family and friends and of course plenty of food. She is the woman who taught me that food is love. And she would have wanted us to eat and laugh and take care of each other in our grief.
When she died she left such a palpable void in our lives and I would guess in almost every life she touched. I often wonder what we would have done together in the past 25 years if she were still here. Mother daughter things… shopping, pedicures, talking every day on the phone. What mistakes might I have avoided and which decisions would I have made differently under the auspices of her motherly wisdom? What kind of woman would I be today if I had had the benefit of her nurturing, her advice, and her confidence in me?
I can see her mushing over my grown sons, petting them and cooking for them and asking them questions that would be totally off limits for their mother to ask of course! And they would answer and tell her everything. Because she is their Sittie and they love her and she would be an integral part of their lives as she was for all 13 of her grandchildren. No words can express the sadness when I stop to think of how our lives would have been enriched by her unlimited and unconditional love for us.
Mom, we carry a torch for you. We embody all the wonderful things you taught us. Don’t fight with your siblings. Be honest on your tax returns. Love everyone and feed them if you have the opportunity.
We will, Mom, and we do. We do it with you in our hearts.