Saturday, March 22, 2014

My Favorite Thing Isn't a Thing

“Brown paper packages tied up with strings.
These are a few of my favorite things.”

Last night I attended a dinner held at the local church for the women in town. My friend Connie had urged me to go, to get out, to socialize. I didn’t want to. I’d have to get out of my yoga pants. I’d have to leave the comfort of my recliner. I’d have to do something with my hair.

“They’re serving dinner. It will be good to be around other women. We’re supposed to bring our favorite thing.”

“I have to bring my favorite thing to cook?" Oh, brother. I wasn't planning on COOKING tonight. "I’ve just been emptying the freezer…”

“No, dinner will be provided. What is your favorite possession?”

My mind raced. “Marley. Can I bring my dog to the church?”

“And mine is Star.” We both laughed. Connie was thinking about taking her camera. We both love our cameras; that’s true enough. I’d have to think about it. Even as I was resisting her invitation, I knew I would try to make myself go. I was spending far too much time alone. Being known as the town hermit wasn't exactly on my list of priorities.

After all of the purging I had been doing lately, I couldn’t really pinpoint a THING that I had that I could bring. "Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens" probably would have been hauled off to the thrift store. I was selling almost anything of value…my leather Harley jacket, my once-prized color laser printer, my KitchenAid mixer. Apparently, from all of the tears I shed over LISTING MY SKIS and boots for sale, they were a treasured item, but they’d be a little bulky to display at the church. I’m not very sentimental about jewelry, and have begun to sell most of what was in my jewelry box.

I had wandered through the house…pictures of my children, and other family members are prominently displayed in the house. Those are some of my favorite posessions. Paintings by my stepmother…I love Jackie’s pictures of the country roads in
Virginia, the beach scenes, and the paintings of Marley. That last one would be a way to bring my dog to the church. 

It occurred to me when I considered the lyrics of "My Favorite Things" that it isn't necessarily the THINGS that make the bad feelings disappear, it's REMEMBERING the things. I realized the one item I use the most, my computer, is a container for all of my memories. It saves all of those pictures, pictures of my family and Marley and the paintings, and more importantly, my memories. All of my writing, my letters, and my poetry is stored on my MacBook Pro. I would take my computer as my favorite thing.

At 6:30 sharp, I pulled into the parking lot. The cultural hall of the church looked like something right out of Pinterest. There were pink, yellow, and light green banners of pennants strung across the walls. The tables were set with gleaming silverware, vases of flowers, and a pink square plate atop a white charger.  There was a brown paper bag tied up with string as a place setting favor. One of the organizers had directed those decorating to make the room look as girly as possible. They’d succeeded.

After dinner, we were entertained by a small group of women singing “My Favorite Things,” and then each of us was encouraged to share an item we brought that was special to us. There were handmade quilts, family heirlooms of jewelry, kitchen utensils, family portraits, and a bag of chocolates. (A woman after my own heart!)

As I listened to the ladies sharing their cherished possessions, I considered what I had brought. An Apple laptop. 

My MacBook seemed so modern, so cold, compared to things others had selected, and yet, as I realized what it meant to me, I felt my throat tighten. I had poured my heart and soul into my computer these last few months. It had helped me sift through my thoughts, my emotions, my memories, and my pain. I had catalogued my blessings, my gifts, and my treasures with my writing. I had filled my hard drive with photographs of my loved ones, the places I’d been, and the things I’d done. My laptop represented everything that was important to me because it contained my memories. Those are the things that will be easy to take with me, and I will never sell them to the highest bidder.

Connie was urging me to share when there was a lull in the presentations. I couldn’t. I wiped a tear from my cheek, and someone else took the microphone. I looked around the room at these beautiful women who had welcomed me into their community four years ago when I was newly married, and so excited to join their little town.  My circle of friends had expanded when Pam invited me to the Marysvale Ladies’ Luncheon each month at Donna and Rick’s diner in town. From that large group of women, I joined a book study group, and met some of the most spiritual, loving women I’ve ever known. I also became part of a small group of friends with an interest in photography. And now I was leaving. I was leaving my beautiful canyon, and such an accepting group of friends.

I finally stood to share my favorite thing, my computer, and to explain why it meant so much to me. I could barely get the words out. I scanned the faces before me. The room was full of some of my most recent memories, no less cherished than the memories of my distant past.

My favorite thing wasn’t a thing, after all. My favorite thing is people. I love my family and friends more than any thing I’ve ever owned. I’m so glad I have my memories because I can take them with me wherever I go. 

My memories of Marysvale will be one of the last things I pack as I get ready to leave. Thank goodness, I'm not moving too far. In this neck of the woods, twenty minutes away is nearly considered neighbors. 

"When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I'll simply remember
my favorite things,
And then I won't feel so bad."


  1. This is written so beautifully, and I cried right along with you!

    1. Oh, Lezlie, thank you for stopping by. I am honored you took the time to let me know you liked it. Thank you!

  2. In this whole wide world, there is nothing more important than family and those we consider family.

    1. AGREED! Hey, Sue, I hope you're getting around better every day!

  3. I'm with you. Beautifully written.

    1. Tonia, your friendship has come to mean so much to me. I bet Bridger has brought up our road trip a couple of times a day since I mentioned it. Yes, we are excited, and what a wonderful thing that is: having something to look forward to after the dreary winter we have just survived.

  4. I was just talking to a friend this morning about the fact that my neighbors probably think I'm a freaky hermit! Although yoga pants are right up there, relationships and memories are truly the valuable things, and you express that so well.

    1. Deb, thank you for taking the time to read my blog, and to comment! Manna from heaven. ;-)

  5. I'm glad you got out of the house. I know it's a hard thing especially when the wounds are so fresh. You are such a great writer and I struggle with trying to put things down on paper.
    You know, it's easy to say 'hi' and not take the extra step to get to know someone. As your friend, I will always make time. TIME is the greatest gift we can give anyone. Never forget I'm seconds away to talk or minutes away to be there.
    Remember, friend is...
    D- deserving
    YOU deserve to be nurtured and encouraged; a friend is interested in what is important to you; Reachable by phone or in person and finally, faithful, committed, loyal to you as a friend.
    Like I said, I'm no writer but THANK YOU for accepting my friendship and as YOUR FRIEND, I'm here.

    1. Denise...wanted to know if you know this is Connie.

    2. Yes, sweet Connie, I know this is you! Thank you again for being the kind of friend who INVITED, without pushing. It's probably why I went. And I am so glad I did!

  6. Denise...that was so perfect. Hugs to you. I believe many strong friendships still await you.

    1. Janna, thank you so much. I already feel so blessed by my circle of friends from Facebook and Happier. You are so good to me; I appreciate it! HUGS BACK!

  7. You are right, it is the people and those memories will last even if your hard drive gets hurt. Leaving is always so hard and yet that was the whole point of birth -- leaving the safe protected warmth to grow in a bigger more riskier world. But, oh, the wonders we would have missed if we hadn't taken that first journey out from safety or all the journeys that followed!

    1. My life is becoming less survival, and more adventure...FINALLY! Thank you, Linda, for the reminder about the hard drive. It is the one thing I worry about, and I need to let it go, too!


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