This tiny silverfish-eaten piece of paper has been around for 65 years. Mom saved everything. I am assuming it was from when I was born, or at least during my nearly month-long hospital stay after birth. According to Dr. Google the numbers seem normal, so maybe it was my last blood work but I have no idea what the levels were when I was born. I was very tiny and my mom’s doctor wasn’t sure I would survive, but who knows if these blood levels had anything to do with his dire words to my mom, “she’s not out of the woods yet”.
Yeah, this is going in the trash now that I have shared it with the Internet. You’re welcome!
Tidying up again (when am I not?) and have been moving this old beaded wrist band around from one office surface to another.
When I was young and had a very tiny wrist, someone must have bought it for me when we were in Wisconsin. I remember wearing it and I think I must have found it at my Mom’s at some point. It was something typically found in souvenir shops in touristy towns in Wisconsin. They also sold belts (I had one of those too). They were purported to be made by “Indians” — I surely believed that when I was a kid. This one was made in Hong Kong according to some very faded blue letters on the back.
It’s falling apart, something you cannot see in the photo. At one time I planned to make small beaded items out of beads from my grandfather’s beaded belt and give them to my cousins. That never happened and who knows where all of that went. I’m betting kneewall!
Anyway, I wanted to get this up here so I can put this wrist band away.
It occurred to me after we returned from our almost spur-of-the-moment trip to Atlanta for Christmas (which was a lot of fun) that we may never again host Christmas/Christmas Eve in our house. It’s pretty clear that Clare won’t be returning for the holidays ever again and Andrew’s fiancé’s folks are quite invested in Christmas, so Andrew and Alex probably won’t be spending the holidays here ever again.
When I made that realization, I was really bummed. I felt sad and a little hurt. After all, we travelled to Illinois every Christmas for at least two decades even though I would have liked to create some Christmas traditions here in Bethesda with our kids.
After thinking about it though, I realized that we did make traditions in our home. It might not be on Christmas day or Christmas Eve (in fact that was a tradition in itself — having our personal Christmas after Christmas) but we still hung stockings on our mantlepiece and unwrapped presents in the morning of the day we designated our “Christmas”.
I don’t know what the future holds for subsequent Christmases — travel probably. Maybe we will go see Clare sometimes. Maybe Dean, Clare and I will rent a house somewhere warm for a Christmas someday. Maybe if A&A have children we’ll all gather wherever they are.