Tradition

I have a bun in the oven, a Scotch currant bun, that is, in my gas oven. That was traditional in my husband's family and has nothing to do with buns (or Scotch, for that matter; his mother belonged to a temperance young people's group in Scotland). Where did that expression come from anyway? It's so cutesy and totally does not describe the experience. Must have been invented by a male.

Spent the afternoon with friends sorting memories, picking them up one by one, looking at them and setting them aside. But some memories are too heavy to pick up so one keeps on stumbling over them and bruising oneself. Maybe, in time, those memories can be set aside as well but now it's too soon. It's only been 50 years. So how long does one have to live to be able to forget? Or should we remember? It's sometimes hard to remember to forget.

Good Night, my someone, good night!