Bed Bark-a-Thon

This is what evenings often entail when we watch TV from bed.

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Found: A Memory

In an uncharacteristic act of house cleaning, I was cleaning shelves in my closet today. I found some odd earrings and a special memory. This is a music box my father bought for me before I started fifth grade. That makes the music box over 55 years old!

I had broken my ankle by catching a toe in the loop rug in my bedroom and falling.  (The room was carpeted soon after that.) I'm not sure how this fits together, but I remember being in Zale's Jewelry downtown with my parents and seeing the music box.  If my memory is correct, my father brought it home as a gift for me one day. 

It plays "Dark Eyes." In my family, the Russian (or Yiddish? I'm not sure) sounded like O chi  chordnia, o chi chordnia... My grandfather sometimes sang it while I "danced."

A few lovely memories- childhood, my parents, my grandfather.  Even the broken ankle makes me smile now.

Not a resolution. Not a promise.

This is an urging to myself.  Not a New Year's resolution. Not a promise.  Not a goal.  Just a reminder to be more conscious do two things daily.  Write.  Create.  Not specific, just a reminder.