My Anecdotal Life

I decided to blog because I have a great set of anecdotal stories. I have been encouraged over the years to write them down. I have accumulated experiences and circumstances that have given me a perspective on life that I'm told is unique. I am a pragmatist. I am also a melancholic and a phlegmatic. It depends on what quiz I take and the mood I'm in at that time. But I'm also a storyteller. Short stories - anecdotes. Micronarratives. Whatever you call them. they are the sum and substance of what makes me....me. They are in no particular order. They are not meant to preach or purge. They are here because I am here. Here I am. Here I remain. For whatever it's worth, these are my stories. This is my collection. Enjoy.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Orange Cranberry Bread

It amazes or maybe it dismayses me (Yes, I make up words) that it is a Holiday - a 3 day weekend, a Monday.. whatever, and I have heard from only 3 people in the last week. All of them wanted something, and when they got their yes or their no, their service or their denial.. it was the last heard from them. Have I set myself up to be a service creature? I must have. Who else could have doe this to me? Nobody - me.

Having said that I guess I have to honestly admit that I don't mind being a service creature. There is something to be said for being the reliable one that folks know. There is a sense of accomplishment in knowing that I am the one that can be counted on when stuff needs to get done.

What I mind is being only a service creature. I would like to be more. I would like to be the one to call and chat with. I would like to be the one that gets invited to go along. I would like to be the one that folks like to stop by with a loaf of really yummy, still warm orange-cranberry bread. I would like to be the one whose house is where friends congregate over the kitchen table to catch up.

Ah, so now we get to the crux of it. I've been gone for the last 15 years. My friends have other friends now and the ones that don't, I really don't need to reconnect with. The kitchen table is empty because I have no friends left in this area. I have friends in other parts of the sate and in other parts of the country. It's true - I have friends. It's just that none of them are here.

My kids are here, but, oddly, they have adult lives. My grandsons are terrific and I love spending time with them, but they are at the mercy of their mothers' schedules. I really do enjoy the boys. 18 mos and 4 years. Terrific kids. They (kids and grandkids) are not included in this pity party because they are pure breathing, walking joy.

So I will be the spare room when one is needed or the car or the wallet or the protector, or even the babysitter. Why? Because I like it. So there. I like it! It makes me feel good to be able to contribute to the quality of somebody else's life. So shoot me.

Still, a phone call would be nice. Maybe I'll go make some orange-cranberry bread....
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