“Jump on in, the water is fine.”

by chuckofish

Well, it’s Tuesday again. Feels like a Monday, but it’s Tuesday. And I didn’t forget to write a blog post. Go me.

After my success with the new sewing table last week (and because I left the back seats down in my car), I brought back an antique army field desk my mother got at a local auction. I’m not sure how I managed to carry it up the stairs and lift it onto the table, but somehow I did.

Yes, I know the lampshade is too big–I’m looking for a smaller one.

I need to watch some videos on antique lock-smithing so that I can fix the latch/lock to keep it closed. However, in the meantime, I get to enjoy filling it up. It really adds some nice old, brown-furniture vibes to the room and I’m so happy with it! I might use the writing desk part as ironing surface. Plus, there’s an old key for those drawers which is the stuff of my childhood dreams.

Speaking of childhood dreams, my mother has been cleaning out the closet in my old bedroom (which later became Daughter #2’s room) and found this box of mail I received while away at camp. The box, dutifully warning my brother to KEEP OUT, is postmarked 1996 from Grosse Pointe, Michigan. Anyway, I was worried the letters would take me back to dark times ie MIDDLE SCHOOL but thankfully, the letters have instead painted a picture of happy years. Here’s a sample:

Today I joined Susie in the beautiful multi-purpose room for the camp ‘picnic’–hotdogs, salad, chips, and brownies, plus red juice. Yummy. Then Susie and the 2-4th graders put on their Rugrats skit (Susie played Chuckie)–it was pretty lame. But Susie was cute. Unfortunately she didn’t have enough to do.

My mother to me circa 7/11/97

A tough crowd.

Other highlights from my box of mail include a letter from my father, the summer we moved, telling me that they had found my American Dolls and their things in a box labelled “Katie’s winter clothes.” I remembered none of what I read. I am grateful to my dear mother for writing me dutifully every day even when she felt there was nothing to report in As the Comptons Turn. And I am very sad that letter writing has gone by the wayside because I wonder what else I’ve forgotten!!

I will dig into the box and come up with some more A+ future material.

To close, I invite you all to enjoy this rousing Mac Powell (formerly of Third Day) song. It should get your Wednesday off to a good start. xo.