It wasn’t that long ago that women wore hats. Easter was the time to get a new hat and show it off at church.
When my mom put on a hat, I knew she was going somewhere. Even if she went to the store Mom put on lipstick and a hat.
Times have changed. But I happen to have a hat collection. In the past, I’ve presented hat programs for Mother’s Day gatherings and for club meetings. Today, in honor of Easter I’m going to show off a few–some have a netting so may look a little blurry.
Often my head is too big for a hat, but I show off the hat anyway.
Today rain showers could pop up, but the temperature is going to near 60, so that’s nice.
I will take the dog for a walk, but that’s not the highlight of my day. Getting mail is.
First, I have to bring in my garbage container. Doing that isn’t even close to being a highlight, but it is great that the garbage was picked up again. These days I’m never sure what is considered essential.
As I said, the highlight is getting the mail. First, there’s the anticipation and then the discovery.
This reminds me of life when I was a child. I’d always keep an eye out for mail delivery. Maybe there would be a card from grandma or a letter from my Australian penpal, Pauline. A blue airmail envelope from the other side of the world was always very special. Now I can chat with Pauline online which is very good. But somehow those letters were extra special.
There wasn’t much in my mailbox today. But I sent out cards to grandchildren so they can find something in their own mailboxes later this week.
Who would have thought I’d be writing about toilet paper? Not I.
I did not hoard any of those white rolls. Our cabinets usually have an ample supply both upstairs and downstairs. It amazed me that people were actually emptying the stores of toilet paper.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from my sister-in-law. Ginny asked if I needed any canned cat food. She was heading into Dollar General in Black Creek, where I usually bought the cheapest canned cat food I found–it’s for the outside cats. They don’t get prime rib but with this added to dry food, they fill up and become fat and sassy.
I’ve been limiting their added canned food lately and they were not happy with the change in their diet. Now, I expect they will be happy with a little more of the canned food–not a lot, but a little. I mean they shouldn’t be so picky when begging at my door.
One can will cover a few meals
Ginny also wanted to know if I wanted anything else. “Do they have toilet paper?” I asked. “I can get along with what I have, but if they have any, get me a package.”
This was the surprise she brought me.
So the cats and I will continue on, thanks to my sister-in-law.
I hope everyone who can is staying safe at home. It’s the best place to be.
