Much Ado About My To Do List
It seems the 'Bard' and Dickens were up to no good last night - they put their heads together and decided that 3 am was the perfect time for a creative session. No need to inform Edie about the time change, "she loves laying awake at that hour anyway, and it will give her a different program to tune into other than Worriers Anonymous!" - annoying pair, but they were right:
These two spirits took me on a journey back in time, somewhat like Scrooge's Christmas Eve experience, to a small house on the banks of the Rideau River. The program that I tuned into was a series of vignettes that featured a poor family of 7 children and two young parents and the intangibles that fed the imagination and ignited the wonder in this little child's heart: the smell of my mother's delicious 'meals for the masses', her tears as we tickled her into laughter, or as she hugged our hurts away; the dancing eyes of my father as he shared one of his jokes, and quipped Jimmy Durante's "I've got a million of 'em!" There, vying for room on the well-worn couch, sat an eager group of children passing from lap to lap, members of the newest litter of kittens and afterwards, not so eagerly, passing the buck about who's turn it was to change the newspaper in their box! Another scene unfolded of the family gathered in the living room, sharing in total silliness; in jokes and games and in the exuberant singing of familiar songs with Dad on guitar and mouth organ, the leader of our band.
I was completely wrapped up in childhood when the Bard interrupted my reverie by proffering this line from his 'Julius Caesar': 'The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.' Ok - that was negative, or maybe it was meant as an optimistic warning, a reminder to act now rather than judge now; the power of the good memories we make each day, may be all that is needed to prevent one of our loved ones, or a stranger that our words or actions have touched, from going down those 'evil' paths.
So, as this New Year unfolds, my 'to do' list will be topped by: 'Judge less and make more good memories'. May they live long after I'm gone and hopefully my loved ones will be able to repeat Dad's line, "I've got a million of 'em!"