Claire: Girl Scout Cookies

We are gathered at my brother’s house for a holiday gathering. I am pulled up close to the counter on a bar stool, leaning in to snippets of conversation and snacks, trying to warm up to winter. My little Brownie, Free, proud and pert in her overpriced brown vest straight out of the seventies with its already peeling patches, is delicately tripping her way through a short but practiced sales pitch to grab easy orders from her relatives. It is my mother who knows two will not be enough and rounds up and up and up again to five boxes of golden circles of crispy Caramel Delights.

imagesNow, almost two months later, we are headed north on 93 toward my mother and sister’s home, boxes of Thin Mints and Delights and the new Thanks a Lot cookies neatly stacked in the back, knowing more than a few will end up in our own bellies and packed in plastic baggies to keep us company on the way home. Free is busy playing on her new tablet, singing nonsensical tunes to herself while she snakes her way through obstacles in some game or other.

I am watching the weather change. The leftover snow from the blizzard has given up its fight, retreating to slowly melting piles turned in on themselves like petulant toddlers seemingly insisting on being left alone while they inwardly fume and boil and wonder how long it will take someone to pay attention. The sky is cold but clear, and somehow, the promise of something akin to Spring has snuck its way into the day.

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Free’s rendition of a Caramel Delight. Looks pretty good, don’t you think?

And now Free has begged to sleep on the couch while we are all gathered downstairs, and she is tucked tightly into her late-night shell of quilted worn blankets and sheepskin, wiped out after the waves of words and commotion have subsided. My mother has called up Downton Abbey, and my sister has poured the wine. Tomorrow we will stretch and wake to another day, another morning peeking its nose into the laced windows, to work and workouts and wishes and waltzes of a different sort. Tonight, however, we reach for the cookies that have lingered on the ottoman since Free’s dessert; we taste and sip and chuckle as we slide into another late winter evening, this one warmed with hot water bottles, each-other’s company, and a little caramel delight.

KHP - Phase 1 of 500 graphic illustration:)

KHP – Phase 1 of 500 graphic illustration:)

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3 Responses to Claire: Girl Scout Cookies

  1. khpixler says:

    Oh, It makes me want to fast forward to Thanksgiving when all my family gets together. It is so wonderful to have a little family pick me up. Perhaps Easter we wrangle some of the family today. This is such a beautifully written post. I love when you bring your poetry into your post. Love it!

  2. wwwmama says:

    Thanks! Still trying to figure out how to approach this blog. I’ve been thinking of doing a writing prompt every time, but I also want to be open to write about something that comes up or inspires me. Maybe I’ll put together a list of prompts to use when I’m feeling uninspired.

  3. Kristen R. says:

    I love this post – beautifully written. Like KHP, it makes me long for those moments with close friends or family when you can share some wine and conversation. That last bit created the nostalgia of those moments perfectly for me.

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