I wrote letters when I was growing up. Mom insisted. Dad had escaped the Midwest with all of us in tow, so all our relatives were 2,500 miles away, wanting to know how we were and what we were up to. Especially Mom’s two older sisters, Sis and Dorrie, authentic maiden aunts who lived with their mother all her life, and together all of theirs.
Strangely enough, they were not crazy cat ladies. In fact, their living situation didn’t seem the least bit peculiar to me.
I wasn’t the most eager letter writer. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was so busy with chairing the Commencement Committee, copy editing the yearbook, serving as Treasurer of ECIVRES (service spelled backwards, an honorary.. yep, service organization), keeping up with a college class in Political Science, trying to earn A’s in my honors classes, working regular babysitting jobs, and attempting to have some sort of social life, my letters were closer to lists of activities and apologies for not writing more often, than to meaningful communications with people who loved me.
Dorrie often issued a dire warning against “burning the candle at both ends”, which I saw as:
And I’m pretty sure she saw rather more as:
To this day, I have never heeded her warning. Which brings me to the
portion of this post.
I am behind. I am behind in posting to the A to Z Blogging Challenge (today is N Day, isn’t it?) I am also behind in my livelihood work.
Confession: “I am an increasingly reluctant seamstress.” Me. On a good day.
From your side of the table, it looks a lot like:
From my side, it looks more like:
Several factors have come into play to inflate my dream of retirement from this honorable and manually laborious trade.
- Advancing age
- Retreating eyesight
- I’d rather be reading good books
- I’d rather be reading other people’s blogs
- I’d rather be taking pictures for the M:P366 Photo Challenge
- I’d rather be writing the A to Z Blogging Challenge
- I’d rather be writing the 3 Day Quote Challenge
- I’d rather be writing the “final” edit of Enhanced
- I’d rather be writing the next part of the Second Earth Trilogy
- I’d rather…
You get the idea.
But because I am well endowed with Dad’s Germanic stubbornness, my own near compulsion to defy common sense limits, and “a pesky need to eat sometime this month” (thank you Joss Whedon), I persevere. I will continue my unbroken 107 day streak on M:P. I will complete the 3 Day Quote Challenge tomorrow. I will catch up on A to Z this weekend.
And dammit, I’ll get all that sewing done, too. Because, reality being what it is, rather than retire, I will have to work until the Day. I. Die.
Well, maybe I’ll take that last week off.
4 thoughts on “Letters and Livelihood”
Hey, Sue. I am way behind with the AtoZ Challenge too. I am just now responding to comments from days ago and trying to catch up with other people’s posts.
Sewing is back breaking work. I used to have a drapery business and had to let it go because I couldn’t do it anymore with my bad back. I do miss the creative side of it, though.
With my laptop on the kitchen counter, I can stand up to write, but I have to sit to sew. To compensate for all the sitting, I make a point of walking at least a mile a day, but I’m still stiff when I get out of the chair.
Good luck catching up with the A to Z Challenge. I’m off to attack N right now. At 3:30 am. Time for another cup of coffee…
I enjoyed hearing about your many involvements and burning your candle at both ends. I’m happy you can earb some income and hoping you do it from home. My grandmother used to beg for a little something to do when she lived in a nursing home. I hope that helps you to see that working can be a positive thing. It is one thing that gives you purpose. Your posts are great too and I’m glad we’ve connected.
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Thanks, Linda. Haha! I don’t mind working — I’ve been doing this for many, many years. I’m just ready to move from intensive manual labor to something more cerebral. If I were retired, I’d never be bored; there’s too much to do! 🙂 I’m glad we’ve connected, too!