Life's Little Pleasures
Connie Wooding
When the excavators came to fix her water-soaked basement, they bulldozed a trench through the
backyard and destroyed two deep purple lilac bushes of long standing. A hardy wind storm blew down
the 90-year-old hickory tree and demolished the newly-planted white lilac bush.
She remembers the last day she wore her high heel black suede pumps. She was at a restaurant.
The electricity went out because someone accidently came in contact with a utility pole.
The chef improvised.
While waiting for her veal marsala, she felt and heard a crack in her right foot.
She never wore high heels after that.
She no longer reads The New York Times every Sunday. Too pricey for a woman on Social Security.
Due to food allergies and restrictions, she’s said a teary goodbye to Nachos Grande as well as spinach
salad with hard-boiled egg, crisp bacon and bleu cheese dressing.
Ditto for corn on the cob, feta cheese omelets, pecan pie, fried onions and everything else fried.
Lower back pain rendered her useless on the tennis and volleyball court 40 years ago.
She’s let the oak tree get out of control. It blocks out the sun.
No more bachelor buttons, day lilies, Japanese iris or lotus in the koi pond.
No more koi because the herons and racoons ate them all.
She is suffering from Alzheimer’s. Loss of memory. Memory---ashes of life’s little pleasures.
Originally appeared in Pif Journal
Connie Wooding
When the excavators came to fix her water-soaked basement, they bulldozed a trench through the
backyard and destroyed two deep purple lilac bushes of long standing. A hardy wind storm blew down
the 90-year-old hickory tree and demolished the newly-planted white lilac bush.
She remembers the last day she wore her high heel black suede pumps. She was at a restaurant.
The electricity went out because someone accidently came in contact with a utility pole.
The chef improvised.
While waiting for her veal marsala, she felt and heard a crack in her right foot.
She never wore high heels after that.
She no longer reads The New York Times every Sunday. Too pricey for a woman on Social Security.
Due to food allergies and restrictions, she’s said a teary goodbye to Nachos Grande as well as spinach
salad with hard-boiled egg, crisp bacon and bleu cheese dressing.
Ditto for corn on the cob, feta cheese omelets, pecan pie, fried onions and everything else fried.
Lower back pain rendered her useless on the tennis and volleyball court 40 years ago.
She’s let the oak tree get out of control. It blocks out the sun.
No more bachelor buttons, day lilies, Japanese iris or lotus in the koi pond.
No more koi because the herons and racoons ate them all.
She is suffering from Alzheimer’s. Loss of memory. Memory---ashes of life’s little pleasures.
Originally appeared in Pif Journal