Barefoot on Friday—
typical Texas winter.
Today the North wind blows.
talya
Barefoot Winter
HaPpY BiRthDaY Kelsey!!
Happy 24th birthday to my Kelsey! I love you so much.
Today during my practice writing exercise, I jotted down specific things I remember about the morning Kelsey was born. Funny what comes to mind…
Driving to the hospital around 5 am – it was dark outside. The streets were empty, too early for rush hour. Brian stopped at the ATM to get cash. “Why do you need cash,” I asked, labor pains becoming strong. “I don’t know, I just do.” He was young, but he knew kids would be expensive…?
We had no idea if we were expecting a girl or boy.
Kelsey was born at 9:33 a.m. on a Tuesday morning in 1988. I was born at 9:33 on a Tuesday morning in 1962… Tuesday’s child is full of grace:)
Dallas had its first cold snap of the season while we were in the hospital. Warm when we checked in, freezing cold when we left. Typical.
Kelsey’s first outfit – a white cotton drawstring gown with Christmas presents on it. Our little Christmas present.
The hospital (Methodist Dallas) served us steak the night she was born.
My mother and mother-in-law stayed with us a few days to ‘help’. In our tiny apartment…The first night they stayed up late talking and talking and talking about a blue cheese pecan ball recipe they planned to make. Brian and I were exhausted, trying to sleep in the next room.
I didn’t even think my mother liked blue cheese, but she did cook back then.
talya
Musical Pairing:
unnoticed
For five hours Saturday, I walked around Dallas wearing two different shoes.
Both gray Converse and ratty—yes, I have two pairs of ratty gray Converse—but clearly different. Slightly varying shades of gray, one with black around the tread, one with a red label, one with white. No one noticed.
Not Harold and Gale—our neighbors who invited us for breakfast and served incredible BaconSausageOnionCheese omelets. Harold who ALWAYS makes fun of my laceless, pitiful Converse shoes… Rightfully so.
Not John—my husband who walked with me to Harold and Gale’s house for breakfast, then spent the entire day with me stringing Christmas lights.
Not the CVS Pharmacist who gave me a flu shot, half of which trickled down my arm into my mis-matched shoe.
Later that same night at the Munger Place Christmas party, I was certain to wear matching shoes (black patent flats, not ratty Converse). But, chit-chatting with my girlfriends I noticed a bit of an itch at my throat, a slight irritant. A clothing tag? I was wearing my sweater backwards! Luckily, no one noticed that either.
I need a keeper for Christmas. And a new pair of tennis shoes…
talya
