MrsDoF's Dear Ones

Sometime about the middle of January, there were two books with red covers drifting around in my kitchen.  One would be on the center table where I ate breakfast, the other on the shelf next to my chair in the nook.

Sometimes they switched places.

I don’t usually begin one book without finishing the last, but I felt obligated to get going on one, even though it was not holding my interest, and the other is a children’s book suitable for a Second Grade kid.  More recently, I read a couple chapters of my latest purchase, and it promises to be most interesting of any.

Then Husband began reading the first, using a different color bookmark, so we kinda helped each other along with plots and thoughts and notes.  He finished before I did, so for awhile the book had disappeared to near his computer.

He brought it back last evening, leaving it sitting on the nook table.

I checked this morning for a TA Sub job, showing only two, and both were under consideration by other users.
Soon the No Jobs Available message was flashing.
That might be just as well, for the first time in weeks,
I had to apply IcyHot to the achy arch of my left foot.

After breakfast, I decided I might as well buckle down and get reading in those two red books.  Their names are not needed right now.
Having finished the first one, I wrote an e-mail message to Husband, while he’s at work, to tell him my thoughts.
We’re gonna have some ‘splaining to do.

The kid’s book is about a little lost kitten, and so sweetly predictable it is full wonder that I bothered at all, but my dollar was for a worthy cause.  It will most likely go into the library donation box, to be purchased again by somebody yearning for a happy ending.

Now I can settle in for a good tale about love lost in a vehicle accident and hidden stocks and upset customers.

Stay Cozy 😉

~~love and Huggs, Diane

the very first e-mail I opened this morning was from
my friend Mary Ann (the lady who bought my knitted hats for the grand-daughters and their dolls at Christmas)
saying “I don’t know if you remember our son, Jon”
quickly bringing too many years of memory flashbacks

The scenes stuck in my mind are of a teenager with dark curly hair handing over to me a large serving bowl of food to put on a buffet table, and that same kid up on the stage saying lines with confidence.

Many years ago, when three little sons were in every part of my world, somebody at church gave us tickets to a play in the park starring a kid from the church.
I grew up in a steel mill and coal mine town, where the Arts were usually an afterthought, often due to the efforts of the high school music department.

As a mother of youngsters, I thought it would be real nice for us to see a play with live people, especially since we could not afford movie tickets.

It was a hot summer evening, and my boys are not the type to sit still for long.  Every blade of grass and bug bite called for examination.  Being outside, the rest of the audience were fairly understanding.

I don’t even remember the title of the play, I just remember watching the teenager become somebody else that I couldn’t see on Sunday mornings.  After awhile, my oldest son sat down awhile to watch the story unfold.
Looking back from now, I think that may have sparked his interest in doing Drama in high school.

Coming out of my reverie, I read the rest of her message.

Jon is an actor and is currently in a play at the Ford Theater in D.C. Last week was an exciting one for him when the reopening of the renovated theater was celebrated.  There was a huge gala held on Wednesday night with President Obama and his wife along with many other important people attending.

The message provides a link to You Tube where you can see President and Mrs. Obama shaking hands with the actors.  Jon says “for those who haven’t seen me in a while, I’m the one with the goatee and mustache, standing next to Kelsey Grammer.”  I also spotted Richard Thomas aka John Boy Walton in the receiving line.

So now I suppose I can say that ‘I knew him when’ even though we are of different ages and seasons of life.

Jon’s publicity page

Thanks, Mary Ann!  You cheered me up on a gray morning.

~~love and Huggs, Diane