Wasn’t it just amazingly easy to come up with lists of wants when you were younger? Unless made shy by being asked suddenly by a rarely met aunt or uncle, I remember being able to rattle off all sorts of things that I would love to have as my own. I’m not sure when it got harder.
It isn’t like I don’t want or need anything. And it certainly isn’t that I don’t like to get presents. But ask me for suggestions and my brain says, ‘uhhh – can I get back to you on that?’. So I started to keep a running list. Then my book list branched into a list of its own.
(And still I was hard pressed to keep myself on track and focus on books already on the list when I found myself at a library book sale recently. I did end up with some excellent choices, I think.)
Anyway, I know that I am not alone in this malady; whether it is one of memory or something other, is a question to discuss with friends over tea. My friends and I have all gotten to a stage when we are not as quick to acquire – we have pretty much already feathered our nests. But that doesn’t mean that we might not like to add to a collection or two, or perhaps have a treat or get an item to support a new or old hobby.
And there is a pleasure in gift giving that we might have forgotten along the way – giving and receiving. It has nothing to do with standing in line at odd hours for the latest craze, in a crush of bargain hunters. It has to do with thinking about that person for whom you are shopping, or remembering the person who gave you a specific treasure.
Well, I am gearing up to ask my family for suggestions, so I thought I should dust off my list. Only I have lost the darn thing. Now what was on it?
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