Another foggy morning in Fresno, California. I cancelled my on going doctor appointment for my wrist injury today. Didn't want to leave my house and just want to stay indoors and not have to go out in the cold and fight traffic. I love cleaning my home while listening to music. I played one of Jeannette's favorite songs on Celine Dion CD. As I moved from room to room cleaning and straightening out my things a long tear ran down to my cheek. I finally had to stop and sit down on my new comfy chair and sip on some good coffee. Thoughts of Jeannette raced in my mind. Memories of long ago when she was only 15 years of age. She was a helper around the house. Carpets were freshly vacumned everyday, dishes washed and bathrooms were scrubbed. She did it all while I was at work. I remember opening the front door and the aroma of vanilla penetrating my nostrils. I would always ask her where is that smell coming from and she would smile and say she had a candle on in the living room. Not only did she clean house, she also cooked some pasta or whatever was available and something she especially knew how to cook. Then as I walked up the stairs to relax in my bedroom she would ask me if she could have one of her friends come over and of coarse I would say yes. We had a very loving relationship during those formative years in her life.
It's a good memory.
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