I have not subscribed to the local newspapers for a long, long time because I don’t generally read it every day. I figured it’s a waste of paper (and trees) for me to get something every day that gets put more or less directly into the recycle bin. And pay for the privilege of doing that. But I guess I’m going to have to rethink that position.
My mother has always been my family news source. She was in touch with everyone. She read the newspaper faithfully, cover to cover, every day. If a relative or friend of mine from high school was noted, she’d call to let me know. But my mom died a month ago. I’m on my own now and, from the looks of things, doing a pretty poor job.
My uncle died on Monday – my father’s sister’s husband. We weren’t really close – none of his family stayed very close to us after my father died when I was 12. But we have had contact over the years and we always send Christmas cards. They came to the wake and funeral when my mom died last month.
I now know that Uncle Ted died on Monday, the wake was Wednesday afternoon and the funeral was Thursday morning. I was home. I could have gone. I would have gone if I’d known. I could claim illness – I have had bronchitis and just started on antibiotics Wednesday night (God bless all developers of antibiotics from the beginning to present – what a blessing they are!). I could say I’m still “too raw” from my mother’s death to go to a funeral so soon. I could say I was busy looking after my sister’s and my step-dad’s houses while they were away (my sister has a legitimate excuse).
If I said any of those things, it would be baloney. The simple truth is that my news source died and I don’t read the paper. I bought some cards last night to send to my aunt and cousins. This morning, I put notes in them that told the truth. I messed up because I relied on my mom too much for that kind of thing. I think they’ll forgive me – I hope so.
I’ve been a busy little Bee this morning, trying to get everything done before vacation. I’ve gotten things I’ve put off for the past month done. It’s amazing how much you can do in a short time when you finally get started. Most of the things that needed to be done weren’t big things – like writing a note to thank people who were kind and helpful to my mom when she was in the hospital. I just couldn’t get my mind centered enough to do it before. So why did I finally do them? I told myself I couldn’t go on vacation if they weren’t finished. Simple self-interest. It’s a great motivator.
I still have to pack and do a few things, but I’ve got the rest of today. Maybe I should add “subscribe to the newspaper” to my list!