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birthday julie

Happy birthday Julia Conny! Your Moomie loves you, loves you, loves you more than you can imagine.

 

walking

All dolled up up for a morning walk, wearing what would embarrass my kids. Revenge is sweet. #bethconny #lifenicity #yeahwellatleastiamoutofbed

 

conny recap

Here I am, enjoying Memorial Day Weekend at Lowe’s. Joe’s idea of a roaring good time. #bethconny #lifenicity#iwouldratherbesittinginalawnchair

 

car conny week

Julie Girl and I in the car. My how times have changed. I’m in the back seat. #bethconny #lifenicity#mamagetsstuckinbackseat

 

Weekly Recap in Pics

Jenna drops by because she misses us. But how curious! She comes through the door with a load of laundry. Hmmmm

Jenna drops by because she misses us. But how curious! She comes through the door with a load of laundry. Hmmmm

 

Sometimes the Empty Nest is not all bad. Objects get left behind

Sometimes the Empty Nest is not all bad. Objects get left behind.

 

My soulful tree--Black Walnut in my yard. I wait each year for its leaves. They start falling early, late August because of the effort it uses to produce its walnuts. Wish August would last longer. Sigh.

My soulful tree–Black Walnut in my yard. I wait each year for its leaves. They start falling early, late August because of the effort it uses to produce its walnuts. Wish August would last longer. Sigh.

 

 

 

Jenna’s “Out!” campaign

Beth Mende Conny, founder of WriteDirections.com, writes about her daughter, Jenna Conny, as she prepares to move into her own apartment.Note: I wrote this piece in August about Jenna, my youngest, a few weeks before she moved into her own apartment. 

Near tears. I would be in tears, but Jenna, my youngest, will be awake soon, and little girls don’t like to see mommies cry, it throws them off, scares them. But mommies do cry, and though she is still my little girl, she’s soon to be 19.

She’s home for the summer and conducting her own “Out!” campaign. She’s excavating closets and drawers and clearing shelves of knick-knacks. Gone are the posters of musicians she wouldn’t dare admit she once liked.

This laundry basket is one of many she has filled with valuables that have lost their value to her. But for me, each tells a story, is a phase, a broad swath of life that was her childhood.

She doesn’t remember that silly little purple pillow she had to have, the wreaths of beads that made her feel like a grownup. The hair dryer and straightener that were as essential to her as her high school calculator. The stuffed animals we bought for various graduations, tags still on. She has grown beyond the memories; she’s entitled to this, her passage.

Oh, but there’s her starry blue bathrobe, so soft to the touch. I remember wrapping it in Christmas paper and thinking, “She’s going to love this.” And she did. And I have photos to prove it. On the couch, at the table, on the floor — there she is, wrapped in stars and puffy clouds. It is the only thing in this basket she has, literally, outgrown.

And now I’m crying because I remember how it draped over my knees when she curled into my lap. I remember wrapping my arms around her waist as I pulled her to me, into me. This is one memory I will not give away. This one belongs to me.

 

 

 

 

Junk as autobiography

Beth Conny's "Out Campaign"  to declutter and organize her life.Some of this week’s “Out Campaign” tossings. Obviously, I have yet to differentiate between major and minor junk. But I am doing what I can in the face of my own resistance. Amazing how things have sudden value when they dangle above a garbage pail. And glory be! The social and ethical dilemmas they raise. Should they be recycled, donated, pawned off as heirlooms to an unsuspecting relative?

How interesting, too, that each item has its own backstory. To toss is to relive a relationship, an experience, a thought or dream. Junk as autobiography.

The thong was a birthday present from my younger daughter, who thought I needed an underwear makeover. I wore it once but hated the butt-floss feel. I’m giving it back to her, along with a pair of earrings (which are the specks within the left thong strap). She doesn’t like my taste in jewelry and will toss them. Better her than me.

Beth Conny's black sock, tossed as part of Lifenicity.com declutter campaignThis black sock was orphaned years ago, but it has taken until now to face the inevitable: its sibling ain’t coming back.

 

 

Author Beth Conny's writing quill, tossed as part of Lifenicity.com declutter campaignWhat every writer needs: a quill. Alas, I don’t plan on writing a sequel to the Declaration of Independence. Into the garbage it will float. I feel lighter already.


Enjoy!

by Beth Mende Conny

Life is a gift, bow-tied and ready to be opened. There, nestled in tissue paper, is your true self aching to be enjoyed. Enjoy.

Also to be enjoyed: A free downloadable of this art and quotation (right click to save to your computer). Fits a 4 x 6 frame.