Brief

Somedays I do wonder, and yes, usually on Monday.

Possibly, because that’s the day I do the wash.

As previously mentioned, my current nest is quite compact, efficient and yes, lovely.

However, it is also, undeniably, quite small.

Consequently, my weekly dilemma is because I have attempted to recreate yesterday.

Undoubtedly, that is an obvious problem when weekly, I ask myself, “Why?”

Sometimes I answer in the affirmative:

“Because I was happy then. I liked my life.”

Other Mondays, my reply is rather negative as I scold myself:

“There’s no need to maintain the essence of what is gone. Stop making unnecessary work for yourself.

“You certainly don’t need to use the place mats purchased in Bermuda, or the china gifts from John and Kerrie.”

I reluctantly admit that I obviously make work when it is unnecessary. Paper plates and plastic place mats are readily available in the community store.

However, the war of words continues weekly as I gather the fading linen reminders of yesteryear and load them into the new laundry basket from Food 52.

As I pit the fresh Michigan cherries with the new cherry pitter from Amazon, I wonder why I feel such a strong compulsion to continue baking.

I am on a rather stringent diet, so there is no need to enhance my menu. The meals served in our residence are quite extraordinary and versatile.

There is absolutely no need for me to define Tuesday as the day I bake.

Possibly, the wafting odor of shortbread slowly baking restores a submerged recollection of the Fabulous Four jumping off Uncle Louie’s yellow school-bus and heading directly for our brick lined kitchen of yore.

Still as I wonder, I continue to interrogate myself .

Obviously, I can’t restore youth to my now middle aged children so why do I hang on relentlessly to a time long ended?

The same questions emerge weekly and yet I know in my heart of hearts,

I am doing exactly what I enjoy doing.

If my choices fall into the category of mindless occupations, so be it.

I cannot disagree.

Although the tiny fragments of time when I retreat back may be brief, they still fill my world with inexplicable joy.

And this Monday I choose to believe that happy moments in time are like a fine wine.

They are meant to be sipped slowly and savored.

And so I will.