Memories and Classic Books


Two Girls Having Coffee, By Julian Bailey

I went to dinner with a friend, and we talked about how our kids are entering new phases in life. First, my son starts going to school Aug 2nd. And second, and more monumental, both my friend’s daughter and my boss’ daughter recently became card carrying members of the ‘monthly’ club. With that, my friend and I began to talk about when we became members of the ‘monthly’ club. We thought it was funny because we remembered the where and when we started. And, we both assumed most women remembered their where and when.

My friend and I continued walking down memory lane, recalling more memories of our own childhood and young adulthood. (No worries, Friend, I have no plans of telling our tales. Though, seriously, I am still laughing about ‘fish eyes‘ and blushing as I remember J – um, anywho…) Suffice it to say, I am amazed I am alive today. And, due to some of my past experiences, I am amazed my emotional/mental issues aren’t more intense.

Our conversation changed from memories to books, with my friend telling me about a book she read and really enjoyed. The book was written by Judy Blume. And as soon as she said ‘Judy Blume’ I flashed back to all the Judy Blume books from our childhood: Deenie, Iggie’s House, Blubber, Are you there God? It’s me Maragaret, etc. And, I remembered one Summer when my cousin and I flipped through the pages of Judy Blume’s book ‘Wifey‘. My cousin and I heard there were some steamy sex scenes in ‘Wifey‘, so we would sneak into her parents’ bedroom searching through her Mom’s copy of the book. Ah, adolescence.

After meeting with my friend, I made a point to go to the library and check out the book she recommended, ‘Summer Sisters‘. I took my boys with me, so they could pick out new books. My youngest, who just randomly pulls books off the shelf, handed me a copy of a Hardy Boys mystery. I explained to my 4yr old that the book he picked was too old for him, and I put the book back on the shelf.

Suddenly, I started to get excited. Again, Judy Blume’s books for a younger audience popped into my head, and I found myself wanting to read the books again. Adolescence was going to find me again, through my boys. Why not jog my brain with books from the past? In fact, I think reading some Hardy Boys books to the boys would be fun  . . . in a year or two.

I know there are newer books out there, similar to Hardy Boys and Blubber, but I am hoping my kids will explore the ‘classics’, too. Who knows, I may start reading the ‘Fudge’ series to my boys in the next couple of weeks. Why not let them hear the ‘Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing‘? I’m sure as heck not going to tell them the tales of my youth, well – not all the tales.

Weekend What-not


I am a self-proclaimed writer, as well as a dreamer. I prefer sitting and letting my mind wander to getting up and actually doing something. So, when my kids are running around doing this and that, I find myself becoming flustered. I see them being busy, even at play, and I feel guilty that I just want to sit. I open the laptop, in hopes of writing down my thoughts, but I become distracted by the boys at play.

This morning, Rob took the boys to church, and I stayed home. Today is the last Sunday for our minister. The new minister will start next Sunday. The past several Sundays, I have felt awkward going to church and listening to our minister. I was uncomfortable with the thought that he was speaking to a congregation that did not renew his contract. And, I could go into the whole organized religion discussion regarding assigning ministers to one church vs. another, etc. But, I don’t want to go into that, at least not today.

As I enjoy a quiet house, I find I just want to sit and do nothing. Is that wrong? I thrive when I do nothing, if that is possible. And, my doing nothing consists of talking to myself in my head, romanticizing one thing or another, stressing over one thing or another, becoming anxious over one thing or another, writing novels about one thing or another, etc. I don’t really just sit and do nothing; but, because the ‘stuff’ is being done in my head, to look at me you wouldn’t see what it was that I was doing. After all, thinking and daydreaming is something, right? Have you tapped into my head? My thoughts are exhausting!

Friday afternoon, I watched the movie “The Jane Austen Book Club”, and I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Later that night, I went out with two gal friends. First we went to eat dinner, and then we went to see a movie. We watched “Letters to Juliet”. I thought it was a cute movie, and I definitely and pleasantly got lost in the romance. I had also gotten lost in the romance of ‘The Jane Austen Book Club”. Getting lost in romances is kind of a new thing for me. Rather, my romanticism is coming back to life.

I can’t say for sure when romance lessened for me. As a teenager, I can remember getting lost in daydreams when certain songs played on the radio. I remember the warm fuzzies I would feel during certain scenes in certain movies popular back in the 80s, movies like ‘Some Kind of Wonderful’, ‘Sixteen Candles’ and ‘Pretty in Pink’. I’ll never forget the warm fuzzies my friends and I had whenever we’d see ‘Rugged Man’ during lunch at O’House, while in college. Even in my mid/late 20s, romance was alive and well.

Perhaps my romanticism waned during the early years of motherhood. Many of the ‘warm’ fuzzies of motherhood consisted of freshly expressed spit-up or a leaky diaper, not exactly the most romantic. Regardless of the why or when, romanticism had taken a back seat in my life these past several years. I’d try to get lost in a novel or movie, only to find sleep overtaking me instead of warm fuzzies.

Recently, I tried to catch the Twilight wave, stepping into the world of Bella and Edward. I enjoyed the three books I read, and I had several tingling moments while reading the books. But the movies? Meh. I am hoping Eclipse will prove more, um, stimulating. Nonetheless, based on the feelings and fuzzies I had during the movies this past Friday, my romanticism seems to be awakening again.

I have spent much of the weekend, searching for my next romantic novel to read and romantic movie to watch. In fact, I look forward to watching a movie with Rob tonight. And, there are benefits to my newly wakened sense of romance and feelings of warm fuzzies. Who knows, Rob may get lucky tonight.