Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday & JusJoJan prompt : Sing
There’s no half-singing in the shower, you’re either a
rock star or an opera diva.
– Josh Groban
My index finger froze in mid-air yesterday as I was scrolling through my neighbourhood Facebook group newsfeed. This beautiful snow family stopped me in my tracks and, intrigued, I read the content of the post. It was as generous and kind as the snow people are beautiful .
So this morning, when I saw Linda’s own family of snow carolers, I wanted to introduce their Quebec-based cousins! Here is the content of the post (minus the address the person had included).
“My mom and my daughter made them last week. I saw people passing by taking pictures so I just thought about someone here have kids that like snowman can come to see and take pictures.”
Maybe it’s the curfew imposed on Quebec yesterday that has me pondering again on the pandemic. This time it’s the pangs of loss that wash over me for the most unexpected – and sometimes silly – reasons that are making me sit up and take notice. I’m talking about the little background things we take so much for granted that we only realize the colour they add to our lives when they’re gone.
Ben is grateful that football and other live sports are back on the air. I’m not a die-hard sports fan but I watch the occasional hockey game and I never miss the Super Bowl (or at least I hang in there until the half-time show). But I get a lump in my throat when I see games being played against a landscape of row upon row of empty stadium seats. Isn’t that silly? I miss the crowds in the stands wearing caps or holding cheesy rubber hands with their team logos. I miss the cheers – and the boos. I even miss the pan to the Jumbotron with goofy fans hamming it up for the camera. Some day we will get back to full stadiums.
We’re all looking forward to the day we can hold on tightly to our loved ones for as long as we want. But what about hugs from people who, whether they know you well or are just a passing acquaintance, greet you with open arms? As an introvert who reserves hugs to those in my close circle, I always found this uncomfortable.
I could feel my apprehension rise and my insides get twisted in knots when someone closed in on me, arms wide open for a hug. For a brief moment, my impulse was to back away but then reason prevailed and I surrendered. Now I wonder whether this ingrained reaction will have changed when we finally do get back to normal. Because someday we will get back to hugs, both welcome and less welcome.
Right now, I see this as the infamous darkest hour before dawn. In my mind, at least, that means dawn is just a figurative hour away. When the second-hand ticks past the 60th second in this dark hour, the virus, quarantine and curfews will be a thing of the past. Then the sky’s the limit when it comes to how many ways we can appreciate both the big and little things in life.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January for Day 10 – cheese and Day 9: the sky’s the limit) and Day 8: twisted.
“You chased her ’till she caught you,” my Dad said when my brother announced that he was getting married. He said it with a twinkle in his blue eyes and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and it made us all laugh.
My father had several “Dad-isms” that he repeated often throughout our lives. Many are funny in retrospect because they are obsolete. I’ve blogged about some of them before including these two which, coincidentally, both relate to a dime :
“Always carry a dime on you so you can call home in an emergency.”
Well, phone booths have gone the way of the dinosaur and cell phones cost parents a lot more than a dime!
“That and ten cents will get you a cup of coffee.”
He used this one when we were impressed with something that he thought was foolish or worthless. Since you could buy a cup of coffee for a dime back then, he made his point very clearly.
My Dad has been gone over 20 years now and I still miss him and his Dad-isms.
Written for JusJoJan word prompt for Day 6: Caught.