So. I've been delinquent. To be fair, Geek Guy installed new photo editing tools on the computer and I've not the foggiest idea how to work it all. Not nice GG. The above is just a glimpse of what I've been doing meanwhile. If all else fails, read a book. Gosh it's great being a grandma.
No more will I hear her voice, "Decadent? Are you busy? I start a new quilt. Come see my new quilt." Or - "Decadent? I 'ave four dozen egg. You want them?" Or - "Decadent, don't you get tired dus-ting all those book?" Madame Francais, passed away just before Christmas, every snowstorm since, bringing memories of how much she disliked winter. And the cold. It has been very cold. "I can not go out. It too hard to breathe. You come visit. I made Monsieur tourtiere."
Between storms a pot of soup or a loaf of fruit bread made it's way to Monsieur Francais. Banana cake and rice pudding look sad, pathetic now, made with "Town" eggs. Madame's chickens are no more. "I'm too old to keep them chicken," he says. The eyes are far away. Moist. Faded. "It's lonely." A long pause. "Yup...yup."
She taught me how to can chicken and pork. My father had just passed away. She called and said, "Geek Guy can watch your boy. Come help me do this work. You will feel better."
It is the first day of spring today. Another winter's quilt completed, she would have felt better.
(Having computer and camera issues here. Posting will continue to be sporadic until someone with more techie smarts than I gets it figured out. Mais, c'est la vie.)
"You stood before creation Eternity within your hand You spoke the earth into motion My soul now to stand.
You stood before my failure Carried the cross for my shame My sin weighed upon your shoulders My soul now to stand.
So what can I say What can I do But offer this heart O God Completely to you..."
Across the church auditorium, Violinist holding Baby Violinist, at that moment gently leaned down and kissed him. I looked away to compose myself.
Valentine's Day, Geek Guy and Buff and Fun all did the exact same thing. Big men leaning over to kiss a tiny baby. Well, Fun didn't really kiss him. Fun is funny about germs. Fun just made a little smuk sound and said, "Hey there, little guy, you're so cute. Whenever ya' ready to go ridin'. 'Kay?"
(Lyrics, "The Stand" Hillsong United, 2006. Cable knit hat is an original by, moi, Decadent Housewife.)
I am Decadent Housewife.
I live in the country.
I hum opera in the kitchen.
Welcome to my life.
It involves men. Speedy, Violinist, Fun, Buff and Geek Guy aka GG - four twenty-somethings and one husband - ah yes, and, The Baby Violinists.