One day to go till the end of the year.
I who am prolix have become blog-tied.
I have blogger's block. (Apparently a very rare condition in general.)
That's it, for words, today.
For memories, all the New Year's Eves I have known (quite a few).
Last night old friends called to invite me to a party for the first time in years, and I am so happy to be going and looking forward to seeing them though it will rend my heart in some ways.
Gregory, my son, I especially remember you as I begin another year without you. You are the light of my life and memories of you light up my thoughts. You have carried away the dross and left pure gold behind you.
Alex, my first-born, I love you. Lesa, my daughter in law, you are the only daughter I will ever have, and I love you. Miranda, Isabel, and Daniel, you are lighting the candle of the future for Grandma.
Benjamin, last born, your support in all the hard times has been unforgettable. I love you and thank you from the depths of my self.
Food? I will not think of food on this day. I'll try to fast or rather eat very lightly until I get to the party, LOL. Hasta manana, the year 2011. Oh, it seems late in time to me. YAZZYBEL
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Maybe I should have said " Dinner with...," or "Tea with..."
I got up this morning to 54 emails. By the time I had finished them, many more had been added. I have four sisters and two nieces on the round robin and lately lots of people have been mad and not emailing. But the Christmas Spirit has set in and they are all writing. It took me forever to get through them.
Words, memories, and cooking. That's what I said. So will try to stick to that when I start this blog in earnest on Jan. 1st. It's easy. It is all about what I care about most.
I have to decide what to call people on my blog. Will the sisters want to be referred to by their real names or will they want new names either from themselves or me? There has been a lot about my mother today in the family robin. Do I call her Mama, (which is what I did call her)? That might send a free and easy Southern picture of us which wouldn't be the whole truth. Though she was Southern. Or Mother? My mother is what I usually say now, in reference, so let it be that until something else feels right.
Words and names are important. The most important things in the world. So much for words, today.
Memories. Our memories of my mother as of today were of her fastidiousness in such things as food, house managing, reading matter, and her person and dress. Then there was the conflict of her being able to snicker and snort at a low joke. Not necessarily what's considered low nowadays. But low then, in her day and my childhood, when we went to the movies of the thirties together and I learned when to laugh and at what.
My sisters and I were talking about jam, and I told how I loved all jam and jellies almost better than any other sweet. Mother loved plum jam and currant jam the best, and she did not like apple jelly. She turned up her nose at it, especially the cheap kind we found in South Texas grocery stores.
That leads us up to cooking. Here is the recipe for today. Laugh as you will, it comes in handy because I do not like to waste food. Here is jam for the refrigerator, perhaps to be warmed up on the stove later if you want it hot (to go on pancakes, perhaps.) Say you have two or three discovered apricots that have been hiding in the refrigerator. Cut them up, add a little less sugar than the volume of the fruit, and cook it on the stove till clear and fragrant. Pour into a jar, cover, and this time do not forget it. You will be glad you have it when you make toast tomorrow.
All for now, YAZZYBEL
Words, memories, and cooking. That's what I said. So will try to stick to that when I start this blog in earnest on Jan. 1st. It's easy. It is all about what I care about most.
I have to decide what to call people on my blog. Will the sisters want to be referred to by their real names or will they want new names either from themselves or me? There has been a lot about my mother today in the family robin. Do I call her Mama, (which is what I did call her)? That might send a free and easy Southern picture of us which wouldn't be the whole truth. Though she was Southern. Or Mother? My mother is what I usually say now, in reference, so let it be that until something else feels right.
Words and names are important. The most important things in the world. So much for words, today.
Memories. Our memories of my mother as of today were of her fastidiousness in such things as food, house managing, reading matter, and her person and dress. Then there was the conflict of her being able to snicker and snort at a low joke. Not necessarily what's considered low nowadays. But low then, in her day and my childhood, when we went to the movies of the thirties together and I learned when to laugh and at what.
My sisters and I were talking about jam, and I told how I loved all jam and jellies almost better than any other sweet. Mother loved plum jam and currant jam the best, and she did not like apple jelly. She turned up her nose at it, especially the cheap kind we found in South Texas grocery stores.
That leads us up to cooking. Here is the recipe for today. Laugh as you will, it comes in handy because I do not like to waste food. Here is jam for the refrigerator, perhaps to be warmed up on the stove later if you want it hot (to go on pancakes, perhaps.) Say you have two or three discovered apricots that have been hiding in the refrigerator. Cut them up, add a little less sugar than the volume of the fruit, and cook it on the stove till clear and fragrant. Pour into a jar, cover, and this time do not forget it. You will be glad you have it when you make toast tomorrow.
All for now, YAZZYBEL
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
End of 2010
Hello. I am Yazzybel. This is my first post. I hope I'll get a bit easier with the whole process after a bit, and allow my natural wordiness to take over. Right now I am not sure what's happening. So, ave! And see you tomorrow at breakfast.
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