I can’t believe it is August. Truly, where has the year gone?
Slept an extra hour this morn, so nice to open my eyes to sunshine rather than the darkness of a five thirty start. It’s darn cold though, seven degrees is bit much! Don’t you think?
A later start means more people. Wide awake, not the sleepy-eyed early morning commuters. There’s the couple with a little white curly-haired dog, their baby. He, the stay at home dog minder and she, the worker. It seems she and the over-friendly South African lady have bonded. I can hear them nattering away at the back of the bus. I’m not one for chatting on the bus, a quick hello I’m happy with, but an hour-long conversation isn’t on my to do list.
Thankfully, the bus is warm. Some days it’s just as icy as outside. I guess it depends whether the driver is a tough cookie or a cold frog. Today it seems, we have someone somewhere in between those two.
Some spots spied along the way send little reminders to my brain. Like the shopping centre we just passed. I bought my dining room chairs there, at a long-gone outdoor market many, many years ago. Silky oak with green cushioning, my intention to reupholster. Alas, they still sit around my table, but now the green is not so green and the cushioning is not so soft! How many bottoms have sat upon them?
Just that thought conjures up the friends and loved ones that have shared a meal with me and my boys. Have blown out candles from a birthday cake, have eaten Christmas lunch in midst of lively conversation and played countless board and card games. I might have to write a story just about my table (another second-hand purchase) and chairs!
I love a good pre-used find. Furniture, clothing, other items. . . Thruth be known, my home houses very few brand-new items. It’s an eclectic mix and I love it that way. Each item a story in its own right.
It’s got me thinking now. Oh, the stories they could tell. The things they would have seen if they had eyes, the things they would have heard if they had ears.
Hopefully they’ve absorbed the good bits. The times filled with love, laughter and kindness. And when I’m gone from this world, those times inground in my being are found in the grain of the wood, the beauty of a treasured item, and they live on in the memories of the people that mean so much to me.
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