“Trying to understand the behavior of some people is like trying to smell the color nine.”
When my husband and I married we both brought our most precious belongings to our union. Right. One of the items that my husband brought was a turkey platter with a picture of a colorful turkey. He waxed poetic about his mom using it at Thanksgiving and the sentimental value of that particular platter. He requested that I display it in an appropriate place.
For years, that
ugly precious platter hung above our stove. OK. There’s someone out there who has a platter exactly like it and is now mightily insulted. I do get myself into such situations when I say what I’m thinking. Whatever.
At this point in our marriage, thirty some years down the road, we’re in the process of re-doing the kitchen. But you all knew that from my incessant whining. And now the area above the stove is going to have some tile and it won’t be possible to hang the platter back in place. A moment of silence. Thank you.
I mentioned this to my husband and asked if he could think of somewhere else to hang this precious platter that’s so full of memories. “Are you kidding,” he said. I asked if he wanted to, perhaps, hang it in his office. “Ha! Not on your life. That thing!” Tastes, obviously, change.
Today I placed this precious heirloom in the back of my car with other items that are being sent to a better life.
Fly! You’re free!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.