Before I go too far, I will start with Valentines Day 2013. I must admit that I didn’t get anything for anyone. I was basically a Scrooge. Of course when I thought about it, I felt like a putz again, but it is what it is. I made some cookies for Paulina and James to share at school, and here they are, though several people won’t be able to imbibe since they gave up sweets for Lent. I hope that doesn’t make me seem too insensitive. I just, well, it is Valentines Day. It is what it is.
Gift from James. I should have turned the photo, but I just didn’t. Again, it is what it is.
I am trying to write this post while watching the results of the state wrestling tournament on the internet. We don’t actually get to see the match just a cartoon type figure of a wrestler while the scores update as they wrestle. It is rather interesting, but not quite like watching or being there.
My idea for today was to write about some of the Valentines Days of the past. Maybe I should start with the first one between me and James. For some reason, we were not on good terms, in fact, I sort of remember that we were so badly on the outs that I was thinking we weren’t even an item any more. When I got home from school that day, there was a vase with a dozen roses on my kitchen table. I guess that put things back together. My mother made fun of me, but again, it is what it is.
Next story: First Valentine I gave Jessica. Sadly this is the only one that I really remember. Like Victoria and I were discussing today, it was so traumatic that is why I remember it so well. The year that Jessica was born, I wasn’t teaching. We were living in Jamestown, and I was substituting. I finally found a babysitter, who would take a young child, and I accepted a sub job for Valentines Day. Jessica was born on Jan. 24, so she was only 3 weeks old. I dropped her at the sitter’s, and they put her on a couch and walked away. Most women would take their child back and go home. I trusted she would be fine, but it bugged me all day.
I ended up in a self-contained special education room with students who could only count beads from one container to another. I kept thinking of my child falling off that couch, and well, you can figure where my mind was. After school, I walked into the back door of the local Woolworth store (my car was in that parking lot) and looked for a gift for my baby. I bought her the biggest rag doll they had. It was three times the size of Jessica. There is a photo of them together some where in her baby books. That doll is still in our house in a box some place. Like I said it is the only Valentines Day that I remember exactly what I gave a daughter, but it also was the most traumatic for me.
On a side note: I see the wrestlers won their first dual of the tournament and the least they can get is fourth. Rah!! I hope that my daughters take the time to leave me a story about something they remember from Valentines, but I won’t hold my breath. I will leave now. I haven’t had lunch yet and I need to get out of James’ way. I have been hogging up his computer this whole time while writing and watching the wrestling thing for him. Catch you later. Oh ya, I left you a couple of photos of the outside in Linton today.