Giving is a lost art. So much easier to stockpile, collect, box up and hoard. Not to be trite, but probably a quarter of my two-car garage (no room for cars, by the way) is taken up by decent stuff I could have given away starting decades ago (that’s how long I’ve had and never used it).
Coin collection, thrift store cameras, bread machines, tools, photos, clothing, boogie board, records, books, turntable…it’s all neatly boxed or on a shelf and giving no one any pleasure or use. Meg calls it (It with a capital I) the Feldman Museum. Oh Em Gee.
That’s me. But that’s not everyone. Some people have the breadth of soul to give instead of clench on to.
I get to meet a bunch of just incredible people at the bnb. Down to a person, everyone that’s stayed here over the years (going on three years now) gives something of themselves, to me or to other guests, during their stay. The jokes, the smiles, the recipes and bucket lists shared, the coffee bought in Portland or the wine from Sonoma (and yes, those last four fingers of Jose Cuervo left the other day) are all significant.
I have to stop in my tracks sometimes when I think about it.
So that’s why I’m modeling Meg’s and my favorite hats (which we are wearing almost everyday, now that the rain and temps are falling) and giving a shout-out to Mary, the crochet aficionado/artist who so kindly brought Meg and I these homemade hats on her recent stay at the bnb with hub Dave.
We love wool hats! We love presents! We love thoughtful people!
The four amigos brought some excellent tomato sauce and almonds. There was chutney. Our comments book gets its share of drawings. The yellow mustard, well, not so much.
It’s said that this is the season for sharing. Some people don’t need a season. To those, Mary (that’s Mary, below), and the rest, merci boucoup.
Thanks so much.