Sunday, May 25, 2014


Husband comes home from his mother's, clutching an old wooden wall lamp with a very dated water stained shade. I make a disparaging remark to which he replies: "I made this in woodshop," and he turns the lamp this way and that studying the work of his long ago self.

I think of all the things that I hang onto solely for sentimental reasons, things that I am fond of for nothing more than nostalgia, and I wonder, yet again, if I will ever learn to keep my big stupid mouth closed.


Kelly said...

Sometimes we speak before we know all the facts. We're all guilty of it. You just didn't know.

jeanie said...

Awww - it is awful when the filters haven't engaged fully and the words come out without that two beats of silence required. I am so very, very guilty of this.