Jewells of Thought

After our daily walk it had already been decided that Mom and I would head up to the house. We both had reasons, but mine was to finally get the books I had left up there for nearly 2 plus years. Coincidentally, it was my phase of I’ll give lessons for history and piano from Grandma’s house. I also had it set up really neatly. Brought out the charms of my Grandparents that made it homely. Not to mention a lot of history books and my electric pianos.

Then Uncle Tony, after it became apparent my idea was a flop and that I was about to have a big surgery done in my entire design. Literally my stuff and the stuff I had positioned into place were scattered to the four corners of the house. It has taken me this long to finally… I think… get my last remaining books out of the house even if I have to steal a few extra books in order to save them. He calls this ‘cleaning’ it really is not; believe me I wanted to scream and rant at him for a long time when it happened.

There are a few things I still cannot find and may never find thanks to his methods. However, this is not a diatribe about some of the men in my life. Only that this is something we have learned goes with the territory of Autism and we can’t allow it to anger us

I mentioned this because this was the first impression Bryan had of me; the girl who thought teaching music and possibly history was my niche. It struck a real chord with him even as I sent him those musical files. He liked the idea of dating a musician although we were simply texting it was very early in our relationship.

So that is why all these books were together, but what about those funny looking midget planters, huh?

Going through the basement I found these two hippopotmuses and thought how cute. Then I asked Mom the story about them. Grandma and some of her friends from Church including a sweet lady named Bea Lovelace also found herself painting in Jasonville. They were really talented artists. Grandma Rosie saw these two planters and knew that Mom liked to plant so she got them and painted them for her. Grandma was always so crafty and had a way with a drawing pen or pencil.

Yet when I saw these in my mind; I saw them as book ends. I love knowing the story behind them now though. It makes me smile.