Yesterday, I was clawing through my closet, searching for a shirt. Since JW washed everything this weekend, it had to be in there somewhere.
Shortly after that, I was tearing apart my kitchen, searching for my transit card, which apparently no longer exists.
“Nictoria. Get it together.” I said out loud to myself, which shocked me into putting down everything I’d been prepared to shovel through.
Then I realized I hadn’t heard anyone call me that in awhile. Chiefly because it was a nickname my auntie Patti used when I was younger. She passed away 3 years ago, today, and I think she was maybe issuing a reminder for me to cool it.
I promptly cooled it.
So this morning, not because I feel like being melancholy, but because I feel like being thankful, I’m posting a few songs that remind me of my aunt, who was funny and goofy and also, my godmother. She was the mom of my cousins who I love, and the grandmother of probably the cutest trio of boys I’ve ever seen. She reminds me of bird watching and James Taylor and birthday parties and really good chicken and a million other things. So enjoy a medley on me on this Tuesday morning.