Week 13
There was not much on my agenda to do that particular day so my mom and I went to the store to pick up ingredients for "Muddy Buddies," chocolate and peanut butter covered Chex Mix with confectioner sugar. We ended up buying more than we actually planned, christmas cookies, kool-aid, chips and ice cream.. ah, there is only so much to do during the winter months.. one of those things is eat. We headed home to bake the cookies and cook the Muddy Buddies. Overall it only took us about a half an hour to unpack the groceries and clean up the mess from baking. We sat by the fireplace and relaxed as we began to stuff our faces with junk food. Our landline phone began to ring just as we got comfy on the couch, yes we have a landline.. unlike many people these days. My mother and I's modo is, "if it's important, they know to call our cell phones" which is always what ends up happening. The phone stopped ringing and we were both anticipating one of our cells to go off next and that is just what happened. Young Forever started playing as my phone lit up, "Nana and Papa" popped up on my screen, identifying who was on the other line.
"Hello"
"Hillary, put your mother on the phone."
My Papa never calls my cell phone to talk to my mom so I knew this had to be something important. Although he did not call my Mom's phone, calling mine was the best way to reach her anyway.. I never ever miss a call from my grandparents, no way.
"Dad?"
"Uh huh"
"Ok. See you there."
Immediately I asked what was wrong.. "Nana is in the hospital, she collapsed into a shelf at the grocery store.
I closed up the fire place as my mom ran around the house and blew out all the candles. Christmas cookies, vanilla bean and christmas tree scents filled my whole house but I had lost the brain power to concentrate on anything but what could be wrong with my nana. We ran out in the truck and my mom pulled out of the garage.
Start with junk food, end with the old age and its problems--very week 13. This piece is also a very nice example of words-meaning-more-than-themselves: every sweet, comfortable, warm, cozy, family, happy item you offer over the first half of this has the second, hidden meaning: as comforting and wonderful as all this stuff is, a single phone call can banish it into complete insignificance and, even worse, make our earlier pleasure in these things in retrospect seem trivial and foolish.
ReplyDeleteThe last two sentences make that hidden meaning clear and shoot us from the Christmas house back into the daily world of strife and pain.