The first came when I kept getting messages from Google that I was running out of space, after having made the mistake of syncing everything which takes up too much space everywhere my google stuff lives, and for some mysterious reason I had to log in from scratch into my email account which brought me not to my email account but to a question, did I mean to log into this account, that is
merricat@gmail.com
I did not even know that this address-- Elizabeth's email-- still lived. Of course I had to figure out how to get in, but it felt as if Elizabeth were giving me a nudge. "Remember when I had that charming email moniker, Mom? Because I loved Shirley Jackson's book, We Have Always Lived in the Castle so much?"
In fact Elizabeth thought that Shirley Jackson was the unsung genius of her era. And now many other people are coming forward to agree with her. A new biography makes the case. The review in the New York Times says so.
The second thing that happened: I was trying to come to terms, again, with the storage space shortage, and started looking at the photos which are the main culprit. And here is what turned up first:
But the picture was lopped off so that only the top of her head showed, peering over the top of the screen, so that just her eyes showed. Here is the whole picture, with her teddy bear looking new and fresh, and her hanging down from Johnny jump up, one of her favorite early toys.
Elizabeth loved to read, and play and run around when she was small. I miss her every day, but on December 2, I feel especially sad since that was the last day of her life.
