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Show .1 -c,. Peppermint Monday through to the end. "Life is a peppermint Monday," I said. "It is wild flowers and whip-poorwills in the spring. It is volleyball, science fiction movies, and superior ratings at speech meets. It's lavender, prom dresses, and ham with swiss cheese sandwiches. It's birthday parties with carnival ponies, Andrea, and Sunday afternoons. It is weddings, new babies, and dandelion jam. Life is visits with you and handfuls of peppermint drops." Grandma smiled and I knew she could relate. Life was full of good things. "But no one can ignore the Mondays either. Life is weeks and weeks of Mondays. It's braces, lime green, and meatloaf. It's white crepe paper roses instead of hot pink. Life is Billy Crowleys and tomato juice. It is predicate nominatives and regulation gym clothes. It's dentists, funerals, and the Todds' divorce. It is science fairs with rows and rows of butterflies. Besides all that, it's freckles and moving to Chicago." That was a mouthful. I felt like I was the lecturer and I was trying to teach Grandma Ruby a lesson of life. I hadn't meant to do that. I just had a lot on my mind. It felt better just to dump the whole load. I had dumped it all on Grandma too. "You're right," Grandma said when I had finished. "Our job is to look for more peppermint in spite of the Mondays that get in our way." She had got the last word in again. And she had dished out more of her little lessons on life. I didn't mind this time. I don't know if I was growing up, or if I just knew good advice when I heard it. I did know I would miss Grandma a lot. Chicago would not have a Grandma Ruby. Pa and ma found us a house in Chicago. Jason and I hadn't gone with them. I spent the night with Andrea and Jason stayed with Mark. Andrea |
