Today was different. I had purchased the furniture from Brown Elephant so I had to play the "waiting game" for the delivery. I cleaned up the dining room as that where the two pieces would be placed. They were right on time, shortly after 2 PM. I straightened the room and had a very strange feeling. I like the pieces especially the buffet which I have wanted forever. I am going to place my linens-now the wrong color for this room with its browns and reds. But they will do till I can replace them over time. Where is the JC Penny catalog when I need one. The furniture is just the right size. However I bought chairs with arms-wicker and they are too tall to fit under this table. But that is okay, I like them. I have a feeling that I am going to offer Dow the coffee table back at some point. I am not sure I want it or have room for it. I will have to see over the coming months. I purchased two lamps today on sale. They are Tiffany like, one torchiere and a matching table lamp. I will put the torchiere near my computer and the table lamp on the computer table. It will be nice in the far east part of the room; the TV/computer corner.
I thought "What if I get a position in another city? What will I do with all this stuff?" I am not sure I am ready to think about it, but I am open when I turn 66 and will retire. Ah, Well I refuse to think that far ahead. I need only trust for today.
After the room was semi-organized I felt funny. A sadness mixed with the pleasure of seeing a very nice dining room. The sadness coming from a sense of "The marriage is over, this is my my dining room where I will entertain." I think one gets divorced through such acts as today. Claiming my power and authority to create my own living space for the first time in my 64 years of life. I have always lived with others and made accommodations as needed. I even grew up with two brothers sleeping in the same bedroom till I was a teen.
Dow always put my being Polish down. He was always proud of all things Scottish and being a Scott. Jason taught Dow to deny his Polish heritage. Humor can be deadly, "I'm only joking" was his reply and the damage was done. Since I have moved into the apartment I have been determined to learn more about my heritage. We have a wonderful "Roman Catholic Polish Union" museum here in Chicago. When Connie was here for her birthday a couple of weeks ago; Sylvia, she and I went to a paper cutting workshop at the Museum. We had a great time.
Today I decided I would treat myself the Museum was having a "Book signing and Polish food tasting" for free! I had a fantastic dinner of pirogi, golabki(cabbage rolls), pastries to die for one especially filled with cream cheese and apricot preserves, a cheese blintz and ...dark chocolate covered strawberries that had to be 4 oz a piece. I was in Polish heaven. There were plates of all kinds of Polish sausage that I skipped, lots of cheeses that I sampled. It was a true delight for the taste buds!
The book is "Polish Chicago: Our History and Our Recipes" by Joseph W. Zurawski. It is a wonderful way to learn history and what a contribution Polish immigrants have made to our country. Plus the food... I was so happy I attended and feel wonderful about being Polish. I am so sorry that our mother and dad didn't teach us to speak Polish or teach us the traditions. I have my faith, that is a great gift.
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