I ask you, what could be better than finding $20 bill floating around in the dryer?? The unexpected joy of the little things. I'll tell you what's better than that, finding that perfect J.Crew mini sailer inspired khaki skirt that you purchased when the weather was in the low 20ies (and the sight of your whiter than white legs made you want to wear nothing but your cozy Borne Boots and wool socks) on sale at a too cheap to pass up price, in the back of your closet, just as the thermometer outside hit 90 degrees, that's what. With all the painting (pretty much) behind me I took today off and actually went down to the beach to try and get some color on my legs for that wedding that is quickly approaching.
The private beach in my town has the sweetest little lunch shack on the corner called Flo's Luncheonette which I've been dieing to try out. That didn't happen today, but I'm putting it on my "things to do this summer list". The rest of the day was spent with my Mom And Grandmother and made me realize without a doubt where I get my love for all thing old from. The both of them, surrounded by all these beautiful old artifacts that some would see as trash, but to them they are treasures.
And then there is the very best old thing of all, my Nonnie, who "God willing" (her words, not mine!) will turn 95 in July of this year. She loves to laugh, spend the day with anyone younger than her, cook for anyone who will enjoy it, tell us stories about her life growing up and all the interesting little proverbs that she can remember, both in English and Northern Italian dialect. She also knows that she will not be around forever, and often likes to add to her good-byes by saying, "OK, Jeanne, I'll see you soon, and if not, it was nice knowing you". I shriek every time she says it (and she's been saying it for at least 25 years), and she laughs and say, "after all, how long do you expect me to stick around"? Lately I've been thinking a lot about this, as I watch her struggle to stand and walk, still wanting to get herself into my jeep, to ride with her white hair blowing in the wind. "Well, Nonnie, I expect you to be around forever..."