I love your chair. I take photos of abandoned chairs. I once came across this lovely pink painted small wooden chair. Its wood was cracked and the paint was peeling. I adored it. I relate absolutely to your feelings about birthdays, wanting celebrations that are not self serving and feeling uncomfortable in social settings. My dear friend and ex husband organized a surprise party for me on my 30th birthday. It was at a friend's house. He had arranged a scrabble tournament. I had no idea. When I walked in it was a huge surprise. After a few minutes of disorientation, I was utterly delighted. It was all my dear friends, even those who didn't know one another. Several tables of folks playing scrabble. There were prizes. The first to spell wine got a bottle of wine. It was full of whimsy. Ron died on July 12 of this month. We have known each other for 42 years. I am heartbroken at his death but grateful for the memories. Thanks for inspiring this one. The party was fun because it wasn't so focused on me. He had chosen an activity I loved and invited friends to partake in it with me. It was exactly right.
Whenever I think of chairs I think of you and your beautiful abandoned chairs.
Thank you for sharing your story about your dear friend. I’ve been reading your posts of grief and I feel them so much. I’m so honoured that you would share the surprise birthday story here. It sounded just perfect, and like something that was done out of love. I adore scrabble (though I play to make big beautiful words and not so much for the points) and I remember doing an imaginary scrabble session with a bunch of poets and getting to play with Steve Sauvé…and it is also one of my most treasured memories of a dear friend who is longer here.
I’m sending you so much love, and am here for all the stories that are bubbling up out of the absence of Ron. I love you very much. 42 years of friendship, marriage, friendship and support is so very many years. I can only imagine how many moments were contained within it.
Nice chair! Maybe you could draw waffles next time? 😀
Ha! I think today is ‘draw a snail’ but I can definitely try to add a waffle to my drawing. ☺️
Haha aces, will be excited to see it! Still on for me popping over for waffles? ☺️
Oh! Ha! I just saw your comment from the other post (it’s so hard to stay on top of them all).
If you come to Canada, rest assured that I will make you waffles! My bosses have offered to let me use their restaurant to make them for folks!
Yes!! I’ll definitely have to make my way to Canada for waffles, and to meet you obviously! ☺️
I love your chair. I take photos of abandoned chairs. I once came across this lovely pink painted small wooden chair. Its wood was cracked and the paint was peeling. I adored it. I relate absolutely to your feelings about birthdays, wanting celebrations that are not self serving and feeling uncomfortable in social settings. My dear friend and ex husband organized a surprise party for me on my 30th birthday. It was at a friend's house. He had arranged a scrabble tournament. I had no idea. When I walked in it was a huge surprise. After a few minutes of disorientation, I was utterly delighted. It was all my dear friends, even those who didn't know one another. Several tables of folks playing scrabble. There were prizes. The first to spell wine got a bottle of wine. It was full of whimsy. Ron died on July 12 of this month. We have known each other for 42 years. I am heartbroken at his death but grateful for the memories. Thanks for inspiring this one. The party was fun because it wasn't so focused on me. He had chosen an activity I loved and invited friends to partake in it with me. It was exactly right.
Whenever I think of chairs I think of you and your beautiful abandoned chairs.
Thank you for sharing your story about your dear friend. I’ve been reading your posts of grief and I feel them so much. I’m so honoured that you would share the surprise birthday story here. It sounded just perfect, and like something that was done out of love. I adore scrabble (though I play to make big beautiful words and not so much for the points) and I remember doing an imaginary scrabble session with a bunch of poets and getting to play with Steve Sauvé…and it is also one of my most treasured memories of a dear friend who is longer here.
I’m sending you so much love, and am here for all the stories that are bubbling up out of the absence of Ron. I love you very much. 42 years of friendship, marriage, friendship and support is so very many years. I can only imagine how many moments were contained within it.
lovely to think of you playing Scrabble with Steve. thanks for your words, my dear. they mean a lot. hugs.
i'm the same about scrabble. i don't care about points.
I like the chair❤️💖
Thank you 💖💖💖