I don’t remember where I bought these earrings. They have no special story. I didn’t lose one of them. They aren’t connected to a family member or a friend.
I bought them about five years ago, from a place I don’t remember, for no particular reason.
I wore them today because they don’t have a story, so I hoped to write this blog quickly.
I’m a quilter, and a quilting teacher once told me, “Honey, I’m not trying to offend you, but if you had to sew for a living, you’d starve.” She had worked in a garment factory in the South before the garment industry moved overseas and she moved north.
I wasn’t offended. She was correct. My sewing machined hummed a slow tune, never a fast jig. Her philosophy applies to my writing. If I had to produce words for a living, I’d starve. My writing, like my sewing, is slow and measured. After sixteen days of producing a blog piece every day, I have new respect for writers who do this every day.
I need to write today’s blog quickly because I have my four grandkids today, and in the evening, I have a two-hour writing class. I had my grandkids yesterday, then I had a board meeting for a nonprofit that I serve on. Time is scarce. I provide daycare for all four of them, ages three to ten, and homeschooling for the oldest two. At the end of the day, my brain is worn thin like an old T-shirt.
As I write this, the homeschooled grandkids are reading science and history stories in the back room. The three- and five-year-old grandkids are playing with blocks in the front room where I’m writing. They’re steeped in a world of imagination, their voices giving life to the stories they’re creating with blocks and Little People characters.
Soon I will stop writing this story to make breakfast, then begin lessons with the older two kids.
In between lessons, I will
settle disputes between the younger two kids
help the three-year-old with potty training
let the younger two play with Play-Doh
dole out hugs to anyone who gets an owie
let my dogs in and out a bazillion times
read to the little ones
clean up after Play-Doh
sweep the floor
and revise and edit this blog story.
This Saturday, three of my grandkids will get the first of their COVID-19 vaccines. After Christmas they will be fully vaccinated and return to their classrooms. Another step toward pre-pandemic normalcy.
But the three-year-old will still keep me company when his parents work. And he doesn’t nap anymore.
By the way, I like these earrings, even if they don’t have a story.