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Morning Music #6 – We Are Family

I’ve been thinking about how my “family” has grown over the past year. I’ve had online friends and been part of online communities for over a dozen years now but the last year my involvement in the Twitter community and in smaller part the Facebook community has brought a lot of great people into my life that I consider not just friends but family. Even though I’ve not met most of them.

Like any family there are few people that drive you crazy. You have the creepy uncle that makes you feel a little nervous, the aunt that hovers over you and treats you like you’re still twelve, the cousin that never seems to do much but he’s always around, the sister that always borrows your shoes without asking. But you know they’re always here for you when you need them. Gran’s always there with her compassion. Papa’s always there with his wisdom. Sometime there are squabbles and even a family feud on occasion but when it comes down to it you’re always part of the family.

This morning it’s time to groove to Sister Sledge. We are family. Happy Thursday.

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The Bottomless Box

When I was young, anytime my Mother would search around in the storage room for anything she couldn’t find she’d mutter “it must have been in that box that got lost when we moved”.

Over the years many things were supposed to have been in that box and even now she’ll say it. I figure it must be one enormous box. If the box were big enough to hold all of the items it’s supposed have it would be bigger than our house I figure. Bigger than a breadbox for sure.

Now that I’m an adult and have a home of my own I have a different theory. My house burned down in 2003 and now every time I can’t find something I figure “oh it must have gotten lost in the fire.” Apparently the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree.

My fire theory however has a couple of advantages. It’s not limited in size like a box would be and I can always blame things I’ve gotten rid of on the fire as well.

Mom: “Merlene, where did you put that lovely Chinese vase?”

Me: (remembering a vase with baby blue, lilac and gold designs on it) “Hmm… I forgot all about that. It must have been one of the things that got destroyed in the fire.”

The best part of this is usually Mom doesn’t remember what year she gifted me with an item that’s been “lost in the fire” (usually donated to Goodwill) so far at least