my sister's neighborhood looks like a thomas kinkade painting: strategically perched snow on snow on branches. candles in windows. o holy night in my head. all we're missing is a lighthouse. and maybe some purple-hued mountains.
we've had a foot of snow and christmas. we've had turkey and pie and all the things i longed for on thanksgiving. we've had presents and bagfuls of wrapping paper to be discarded. we've had sleepy children, not able to commit to just one toy. we've had bing crosby and jimmy stewart and the ubiquitous you'll shoot your eye out of a christmas story.
and do you know that my mom gave me back my childhood as a present, wrapped in a nondescript box? she did. i got a quilt of my childhood tshirts--elementary school through highschool. from batman to christian rock: it's all there. and it keeps a girl very warm. moms and their ideas. i tell ya.
oh to sleep now, at 2:29 am. my lips are chapped. i shoveled tonight, for the first time since 1993, i think. and my lower back agrees. never in my life before tonight had i considered taking doans. now, if we (or anyone anywhere) had some, i'd take one. oh no, i'm digressing. sleeep.
Posted by bananie at December 26, 2002 12:00 AM | TrackBack
A t-shirt quilt! I have kept a page from a magazine showing a t-shirt quilt with strips of plaid in between the t's, and a proud young-adult aged man holding it. I love this idea, I love your mother for doing it, and I love you most of all.
what's doans?
Hi, Bethany! Dr. Doan's back pain pills. I know, I'm old (49 tomorrow.)
can't wait to see that t-shirt quilt. what a great idea. there are bound to be some embarrassing ones in there.