TREASURES

I'm spring cleaning again, or should I say, spring rearranging. My daughter told me to stop moving around things that I didn't like or want. One large piece of furniture would suffice in the room, but I managed to put the two pieces side by side so that they don't make the room appear crowded. I'm not sure what possessed me to do that first thing this morning, but I'm glad I did. One of the pieces really was a little too dark for the living room.

I love finding things that weren't necessarily lost. I found the oil pastels and was happy to take them with me to the wellness center yesterday. My new elderly friends created lovely pictures with them. It only made me look through the rest of my art supplies to see what I can share with them the next time I go.

I found the postcard that the late Lois Mailou Jones signed for me years ago at The National Museum of American Art, more old writing and poems, my patent leather wedge heeled sandals, photos of my maternal grandmother, and a lovely black and white photo of Mommy holding Lisa on the day I brought her home from the hospital. I wish she could see Lisa. She wanted me to be a lawyer. She'd be so proud that Lisa has chosen law as her vocation.

My niece is going to her senior prom tonight. It was nice finding pictures of her when she was a little girl. I wish Mommy were still alive to see her, too. I'm sure Mommy would have stayed up until late hours making her prom dress. I found everything else, I suppose I should find the digital camera. I know it's around here somewhere...