OUR STORY & PHILOSOPHY

When my mother was 92 she came to live with me.  Ours was already a busy household with a home office, 5 cats, and many neighbors coming in and out.  I started leaving notes under magnets on the back of the front door.  Because we did the same things over and over, some notes got reused.  One hall table drawer filled up, and then another.  Six years ago my mother died, and for some reason the house grew quieter and notes were not as frequently used. For the most part the notes now addressed the feeding schedule and the business of the cats.  Then last summer, June, July and August, we lost three of them.  The house again grew quieter and simpler and instead of notes, we just txted.  Recently I began a serious decluttering and found the little drawers full of our little notes.  I was touched to see how they told a story of our lives -- almost from dust bunny level --  and it was the same story of so many other busy people's lives. Are they too mundane?  ...too silly?  too boring?   But is anything too small to be celebrated?  In a world swaddled and structured by the hyposensitivity of identity politics, these are good-natured real messages about relationships, They represent the implied, and unselfconsciencely benign, warmth of household relationships --people engaged in the simplest business of their lives.  If they speak to you I am so glad!