I remember making little Valentine's cards to take to school and put in the other kids boxes, just made for that purpose. I can't ever remember leaving any kid out of getting a card from me. Even the kids I didn't particularly like got a card. The kid might wear ragged, dirty clothes and smell bad, but they all got a card. We didn't want anyone to feel left out and sad.
When I had birthday parties, and as an only child, I had many; we always invited ALL the girls in my class. Even the one that smelled bad, because at 8 years old, she still wet her pants. Even the one whose nose was always running and she never wipes it. Even the one that most of us didn't like because she acted like such a brat. We didn't want anyone to feel left out and sad.
Of course, back then, it was easier than now. Small class sizes with only about 15 girls to invite. As I got older and had a birthday celebration, where my Mother took us out to the lake to swim or to a movie, THEN I got to invite just my very closest friends.
I loved Valentine's Day when I was young. Yes--we all had our boxes with the slit cut in the top to receive our cards, but, every year there would be a special card in that box. From a boy who liked me and I liked him. A "real" two page card! I made a special two-page one for him too. 4th,5th,6th grade--I remember them all. Kenny and Myron and Albert--all dead now.
Valentine's Day was a real holiday. Named for Saint Valentine, who helped a lot of people. Unlike the October Sweetest Day that was created by Hallmark Card Company, a few decades ago.
Fred made a big deal about both days. A beautiful card, Roses, candy and dinner out on Valentine's Day. A card and a beautiful Lily plant (to replant in my garden later) and dinner out on Sweetest Day.
Now that he is no longer here, I just feel a huge Bah Humbug on both days.
I used to hate February. It felt like the longest month of the year. All gray and dead and depressing. 11 years ago on the 27th of February, Fred and I had our first date. After that, I loved February. I was not depressed. Of course, it may be the Natural Sunlight lamp/bulb that shines on me whenever I sit in my recliner that helps now--but I always gave Freddie the credit.
So--enough of all that.
I spent the entire weekend in my wee, comfy house. I am very lucky that this unit (as most of them are nowadays) has 4 inch thick walls that are packed with insulation, plus the space between ceiling and roof, and under the floors, covered with heavy black plastic, my house is very warm. Plus, I have double-paned windows with the gas in between the panes. Nice and tight in their frames. There is not one draft in this manufactured house. The temperature stays at a nice 73 degrees, until I got to bed at night, at which time, my thermostat drops to a cool 68 degrees.
Today, I HAD to travel up to the Wal-Mart as I was out of water for the humidifier, milk, wet cat food, chips, cheese, crackers and bologna.
It was good to get out in the cold and to get some exercise by walking around the Big Store. I don't plan on going out again until Thursday, when I travel up to my hometown for Lunch with the Old School Gal Pals. We are eating with the Senior Citizens at the hometown school cafeteria that day. Five bucks for a pretty good lunch. Then of course, afterwards, out to The Farm to visit with my sister.