The other day I realized I hadn’t received any of my monthly magazines. The Reader’s Digest, Family Circle and Women’s Day. Every month those lady magazines have basically the same articles…how to organize your closets…how to cook a month’s worth of food for your family on twenty dollars…and always an article or two on exercising and diet. Oh, and usually some decadent dessert recipes. Readers Digest usually had one interesting thing to read, and those were kept in the bathroom.
I don’t cook, I don’t bake, I don’t organize (I just close doors and ignore the mess), I don’t exercise and I don’t diet. I am lazy, I am a sloth, I am a pathetic model of a Suzie Homemaker.
But, the absence of the magazines goes deeper than having nothing to read. Every year my Mother would renew her subscriptions to several of her favorites, and always paid for the subscriptions for me and my sister. Mom also got Redbook, Good Housekeeping and some religious rag for herself When she was finished with those we had to take them home to “enjoy” them.The great magazine swap-o-rama.
Well, now she is gone. Not finding those silly magazines in my mailbox just makes me sad. It’s the little things that push you over the edge. (one of her favorite saying, by the way).
The other day I picked up the phone to call my sister, and I dialed my Mom’s old phone number. Wierd. Old habits die hard I guess.
I miss her today.