I'm Coming Home

I'm Coming Home, to A Nice Place In The Sun, which I didn't name after the movie.  I was thinking of a soft place to fall, or a special place to be.  Anyway, it's a metaphor for your favorite place to be in the world or wish to become, it's for you to decide.        

I forgot about the movie when I wrote the title, and at least my title is, "A Nice" place in the sun.  

In any event, this is the second post I've published in a long time.  I have a lot of great memories connected to this little Blogspot blog. Personal memories as well as the fabulous people who were part of my blogging community. 

I have missed all of my readers, and I apologize for abandoning you. I am ill and I guess I didn't want to admit that I couldn't post every day.  I wish I had written something because I do not want to quit blogging. 

I do tired easily, but I am writing my first novel for adults which a dear friend and fellow blogger inspired me to write. Sandee from Comedy Plus (comedy-plus.com) read a post of mine and left a comment suggesting I write another post on the subject. 

When I thought about writing another post, I realized that Sandee struck a chord and that I should consider writing a manuscript related to the subject of my post, and then work on getting it traditionally published.  

And, boy, I did not realize how long it takes to write a book, and I have studied the American language for a long time. 

Anyway, I thought about how I managed to post on Facebook every now and then, so I figured I could start writing on my blog again. I felt like I had to write on my blog every day, whereas it didn't matter when I posted on Facebook.  

So, I have decided to begin posting one post a week, then slowly build up to more posts. The last post I recently posted is entitled, "Ghosts Of Christmas Past," which is in my book. I posted it on Facebook, and I wanted Sandee to see it, but she missed it.  

I am going to post "Tuesday's Question," every Tuesday like I used to do and everything I post on Facebook will be posted on here as well. Although, Facebook will not get everything I post on here. 

I hope some of you will remember me, and realize I really do care about my readers. In fact, that is why I started Tuesday's Question to get to know my readers and for them to get to know me, plus it's fun.     

 So, I will post Tuesday's Question this coming Tuesday, the 23rd of April. I hope someone shows up. 

Thanks for reading-     

Ghosts Of Christmas Past

 Ghosts Of Christmas Past

I felt sad this Christmas, longing for a time that passed me by long ago. We never realize how much we will miss moments spent with loved ones, that seem routine at the time, as if we will live forever. I would give anything to spend one more Christmas Eve at my maternal grandmother, “Nana’s” house.

Nana had a gorgeous dining room table large enough for our family, she sat on one end of the table and my uncle sat on the other end. My mother, stepfather, and older brother were seated on one side, with my younger brother and I on the other side.

I sat directly across from my mother, and next to my grandmother, watching her enjoy her bourbon and water. Bourbon and water, made my grandmother's eyelids blink faster than caution lights, and I sat next to her.

Every time my mother looked away, I would flutter my eyes as fast as I could, but Nana never noticed. She was too busy telling me what to put on my plate, instead of paying attention to her own.

Edna, Nana’s housekeeper worked for her for years, then, somehow, she got trapped into working for my mother when I was born, so she was familiar with Nana’s caution light eyes.

I knew Edna noticed it, and I was relieved because my family went about their business as if they couldn’t see my grandmother winking at them.

Well, one Christmas, I followed Edna into the kitchen, fluttering my eyes until she saw me, and when she did, she let loose her infectious laugh, and covered her face with her hands, as if she had been holding back that laugh for years.

We were trying to laugh quietly, and I’m sure my family wondered what was so funny, but we could not stop laughing until we quit looking at each other.

Finally, we collected ourselves and brought a few serving dishes to the table.

We had everything on the table, but the turkey, so I sat down beside “The Blinker,” and Edna, went in the kitchen to get the turkey. I wanted to flutter my eyelids, but my mother was watching me like a hawk, so I sat in my seat like a lady.

Edna walked out of the kitchen with a huge Turkey on a long platter, she walked around my grandmother so she could place Turkey in the middle of the table, then she looked at me.

I couldn’t help it, when she looked at me, I began flashing, flickering, and fluttering my eyes.

Edna tried to balance the Turkey on the platter when she started laughing again, but her body moved when she laughed, so the platter dipped to the right, then to the left, like a seesaw, until the Turkey coasted off the platter and sailed toward the table.

Then, my mother caught the Turkey before it hit the table,

as if she saw it coming, walked out of the dining room, and returned with a card table, then said,

“Ann, get your plate, this is your new table.”

Everyone was watching me, as I picked up my plate and walked toward my new table, and sat down. Then, my grandmother asked my mother,

“Carol, why is Ann eating at my card table?”

Then, my mother began fluttering her eyes, and replied,

“I’ll tell you later, Mom”

Footnote- This was one of my favorite Christmases, and the year I created the kid's table for future generations.