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September Is Done, Here Come the Colors
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Today I muse joyfully on Green Day’s song, “Wake Me Up when September Ends.” It’s a beautiful song of mourning, of loss, of sadness, of fatique.
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Today I muse joyfully on Green Day’s song, “Wake Me Up when September Ends.” It’s a beautiful song of mourning, of loss, of sadness, of fatique.
I collect shells for a purpose, I’ve been relearning the art of decoupage and creating some lovely images.
Today I muse joyfully on looking ahead to my final school year, my final going back in September, my final creation of roll books and seating charts.
There are very few things in life that never disappoint: McDonald’s French fries, a baby’s giggle, cornflower blue, and the Naturalization Ceremony held every July 4th at Strawbery Banke in Portsmouth.
But today I muse joyfully on something tangible that brings back my mother and seems to elicit an ethereal flashback to many on their own mothers and childhoods: S&H Green Stamps.
First of all, Judy is someone I’ve been playing Words with Friends with for over seven years. I do not know her last name, where she lives, her family or professional life.
My mom used those hands for everything – bathing children, changing diapers, braiding hair, cooking, cleaning, knitting, rosary praying, phone cradling, admonishing, writing.
And, dear Musers, if there were a pattern exemplifying this spirit of joy, I’d go with polka dots.
It’s lovely and I think fondly both on getting ready for a church celebration by shining my patent leathers with Vaseline and also uncovering my mother’s stash of Peeps in her closet.