Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Sunday

Don’t you just love it when your day turns out better than you planned?  Today was one of those days. It was a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious day!

It all started back on Christmas Day when my grown children chipped in and bought my husband and me a fifty-inch television. Wow! I was overwhelmed and surprised beyond words.  My youngest son, Michael was in charge of setting it up. He made a list and checked it twice (Bear with me, I’m still in the Christmas mode) while I checked my schedule.

Today’s date was the day, our schedules meshed. A day I looked forward to. Not just for the tv, but to spend time with my son.  And time we spent!

After giving us a few options of where the tv would look best, we decided to flip the furniture around like a mirror image. I loved the idea! So while Michael went to Home Depot and Lowes, my husband and I pushed, pulled and shoved the furniture from its old home to its new home.  I was stunned at how much more significant and cozier the room looked.  Who knew my son had a little designer in him?

Time: a nonspatial continuum that is measured, regarding events, which succeed one another from past through present to future.

As Mike worked on moving the cable cord to its mirror image; drilling, hammering, humming just like he did as a child, I stopped to listen then was transported back to when he was a little boy at about the age of eight.

 I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about all the times Michael took things apart to see how they worked then tried hard to put the items back together. However, there always seemed to be a surplus of pieces when he was finished.

 My mind traveled to the day his little sister came into the kitchen quite upset. It appeared Mike had taken her baby carriage apart and could not get one of the wheels back on.

Anything that had moving parts, was fair game for Mike. Of course, we had many talks about his obsession, with trying to figure out how things worked, but his curiosity always got the best of him.

At that moment his laugh, his almost fifty years old laugh took me back a little farther to when he was about four or five. I remember the giggle, the silly little boy laugh, and the grown-up laugh of a plumber who was fixing a pipe under our kitchen sink.  I followed the sound of the laughing duet and found Michael, with his head under the sink right alongside the plumber asking a hundred and one questions. Thank goodness he wasn’t strong enough to use a wrench!

Michael spent a few hours at our home today. Each time I peeked in to see the progress, another memory found its way into my mind, then another and another until it was time for him to go home to his family. As he left, I thought about the man he had become, and how much his wife and grown sons loved him.  And yes, he still likes to tinker, but now he can put all the pieces and parts back together again.

Today was a fantastic day, a Mary Poppins and her supercalifragilisticexpialidocious kind of day.  On this day, I got to spend priceless time with one of my sons; listened to his laughter, watched larger than life characters on a huge screen, and silently thanked my children for their generous gift.

I believe that memories keep us young. They are the connection from the past to the present.

What are some of your favorite memories?

 

 

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