As I sit here, early on this quiet Christmas morning, staring at my new Nook, stumped, until I have had a few more lessons, I'm already enjoying the memories of a soft, giggly evening spent with my family. Bo was missed, but we texted her a few missives, songs, quotes and hellos. Bo is visiting her family in California for the Christmas Holidays.
I think Connor's two favorite things were preparing, mixing, presenting and serving Kool-aid fruit punch to one and all whether you wanted it or not. (He ate a terrific dinner and was then let loose on the candy, cookies and Kool-aid.) And handing out packages. He tried reading the names on the packages but Ian's tags were all in a code only Ian could read. He would stop and open a present for himself if pressed, but delivering was better.
Thanks Roger, Stephanie and Connor for the Nook. Stephanie went round one, at least now I know how to turn it on. She got me connected to Facebook, Netflix and email. What more does a body need? But she has passed me off to various sons for further instructions.
Such a multitude of tiny moments, and every one perfect. They all liked the shoes they picked out for themselves.
Ian is generous to a fault with jewelry (of course) black onyx, perfume, candy, clothes and movies. Lots of movies. He has perfect taste.
Bo painted me a picture of a ferry; fantastic, beautiful, precious, with small figures of her, Christian and Tikki standing on a beach watching. Alki Beach in West Seattle. Perfect.
Speaking of perfect, Bo also drew a picture on a name tag for one of my gifts of a Christmas Turtle. A tiny two inch painting of a turtle decked out in lights. Like I said -- perfect.
I was feeling a mite guilty that Connor would be disappointed and his Christmas experience at Granny's marred if I didn't have a Christmas tree, which I haven't had since I moved to Mukilteo. It was easier to go to a thrift shop and buy something then it was to dig through my storage. So, home I came with a delightful, perfect, two foot snowman to make a proper festive display. Did Connor so much as glance at it? No, he did not. He was busy mixing, stirring, pouring and serving red Kool-aid. Sometimes when you are four years old life is good.
Connor understood the book 500 Hats by Dr Suess, but was confused by the hat collection. "Granny, they are too big. They are for daddy." Oh well, you win some and lose some. However, I scored with the paper monster book. Clever Granny.
Christmas comes to us all once a year. It touched my life in a gentle, giggly, soft explosion of perfection.
Family Christmas was last night. Roger and Steph will go to the Fortener's today. Christian will not be back. Ian plans on doing laundry and napping, he had an incredibly busy retail and social week with many parties and functions. Claire will come over for a quiet, festive, leftover Christmas dinner, and I will be thinking of you and checking Facebook for pictures and greetings on my new Nook.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
Shortest Day of the Year
I'm watching, and feeling, friends and family experience some chaos in their life and reflecting back to some chaos in my life, the hurt, angst, tears and despair. All past. Somehow. The days you couldn't stand or breath.
It is truly amazing and humbling what humans are capable of surviving. The world turns, we stand, we continue to breath. We smile, laugh, have babies and continue to live. This is a lesson.
An important lesson on the impermanence of situations, experiences, of life. We get another job, another home, another husband or divorce. We move on. All the shades of darkness pass, again and again and again. What I'm trying to say as the past dims and disappears is all of life is now. As I stir the pot, bake another cookie, talk to friends, gather the mail, think about Christmas and breath is all of life is ahead, not behind. And wonderful things lie ahead whether you are having a bad hair day or not.
So, how are you going to spend the shortest day of the year. I have a dusting of snow and am imagining a view of the mountains, a magnificent full moon, and a day of work.
All in a days work: I had calls from a Josephine, a Jean and a Norma. Names I get pretty frequently, but seldom all in the same day. Then I followed an Oklahoma license plate all the way down Mukilteo Speedway as I drove home. Little things like that pleases me, makes me smile, connects me to ones I love.
As a call center agent I divide the world into two types of people -- those who think call center agents are stupid and those who don't. How many people in the world do not know that 85% of communication is visual not verbal? The cast of an eye or a small shoulder shrug aids the verbal. The customer who if you make a mistake thinks it is just this side of the greatest sin on Earth, and if they make a mistake it's "ha ha, how silly of me." I really really want to tell them it isn't the end of the world as we know it. That this too will pass, that this isn't the worst chaos, they will survive this, they will continue to stand, and breath and live the rest of their life in a fairly benevolent world.
And now a word about Connor:
I had so much fun with Connor on our play date. I took him to the bicycle shop to let him buy daddy a present. He was adorable. It took him about two seconds to spy something red and he was done. He had no idea what it was but something clicked. Then the clerk started chatting with him, asked him what kind of bike daddy rode. Does he really need a red water bottle holder. Does he ride road or mountain. Does he ride often. He was directing him to some other products that included lights and bells and Connor abandoned the red item and was off on a negotiating session with granny. "This one for daddy and this one for me." No, I said we are shopping for daddy. So he switched the items and said "Okay this one for daddy and this one for me." He finally settled on two items for daddy, but he still has lust in his heart.
I had fun with Connor at the bicycle shop then we went home and I had to play Legos for the next two hours, now that was exhausting.
Shortest day of the year or the longest day of the year life pulsates.
Hey, Jeff, what are you bringing to Greenleaf next year? I hope Nora brings mimosas.
It is truly amazing and humbling what humans are capable of surviving. The world turns, we stand, we continue to breath. We smile, laugh, have babies and continue to live. This is a lesson.
An important lesson on the impermanence of situations, experiences, of life. We get another job, another home, another husband or divorce. We move on. All the shades of darkness pass, again and again and again. What I'm trying to say as the past dims and disappears is all of life is now. As I stir the pot, bake another cookie, talk to friends, gather the mail, think about Christmas and breath is all of life is ahead, not behind. And wonderful things lie ahead whether you are having a bad hair day or not.
So, how are you going to spend the shortest day of the year. I have a dusting of snow and am imagining a view of the mountains, a magnificent full moon, and a day of work.
All in a days work: I had calls from a Josephine, a Jean and a Norma. Names I get pretty frequently, but seldom all in the same day. Then I followed an Oklahoma license plate all the way down Mukilteo Speedway as I drove home. Little things like that pleases me, makes me smile, connects me to ones I love.
As a call center agent I divide the world into two types of people -- those who think call center agents are stupid and those who don't. How many people in the world do not know that 85% of communication is visual not verbal? The cast of an eye or a small shoulder shrug aids the verbal. The customer who if you make a mistake thinks it is just this side of the greatest sin on Earth, and if they make a mistake it's "ha ha, how silly of me." I really really want to tell them it isn't the end of the world as we know it. That this too will pass, that this isn't the worst chaos, they will survive this, they will continue to stand, and breath and live the rest of their life in a fairly benevolent world.
And now a word about Connor:
I had so much fun with Connor on our play date. I took him to the bicycle shop to let him buy daddy a present. He was adorable. It took him about two seconds to spy something red and he was done. He had no idea what it was but something clicked. Then the clerk started chatting with him, asked him what kind of bike daddy rode. Does he really need a red water bottle holder. Does he ride road or mountain. Does he ride often. He was directing him to some other products that included lights and bells and Connor abandoned the red item and was off on a negotiating session with granny. "This one for daddy and this one for me." No, I said we are shopping for daddy. So he switched the items and said "Okay this one for daddy and this one for me." He finally settled on two items for daddy, but he still has lust in his heart.
I had fun with Connor at the bicycle shop then we went home and I had to play Legos for the next two hours, now that was exhausting.
Shortest day of the year or the longest day of the year life pulsates.
Hey, Jeff, what are you bringing to Greenleaf next year? I hope Nora brings mimosas.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Life Happens
Life happens at book club:
Sandy is tilling the garden at her new home.
Dreaming of Spring.
Mary is unpacking at her new home.
And expecting a new grandchild.
Kathleen is mourning her brother.
And hosting the annual book club Christmas potluck.
Eleanor is busy, as always.
Busy, elegant, gracious.
Lynn's energies are otherwise engaged -- park walking.
And looking for a new home.
She received a letter to vacate due to renovations.
Lynn and Carol both usually work on Wednesdays
Lynn was able to come to book club Christmas potluck.
Carol wasn't.
Carol was busy making her granddaughter, Stella's, birthday party favors, making Christmas gifts, making her Christmas cards, traveling to said granddaughter birthday bash, back and forth on the ferry, working, sharing time with her boyfriend, and in general puttering.
Claire is still cancer free in spite of recent worries and tests.
I made Pumpkin Butter, got fatter, and watched a few fabulous movies.
Life happens when you watch movies:
I watched two of my favorite "Christmas" movies, Millions and Love, Actually. Wonderful, feel good, make you smile, lovely little gems.
And
Barbara; A more gritty movie, set during East/West tensions in Germany. A medical setting. This movie is for Jane I think. Beautiful, thoughtful, makes you appreciate, again, our political freedoms, but a powerful reminder that life can be good anywhere.
And
The Angel's Share; about a young man who needs to grow up, man up and steal a bottle of whiskey.
A chain of events;
I watched the Scottish movie The Angel's Share and fell in love with one of the songs. For some reason it made me think of everyone in my family, all the people I love. Check it out on You Tube, I really don't know if the name is 500 Miles or something else. \\http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84CPo4bVkMk I know, I know, I am always way behind on current music. Current? this song came out in 80's. I think. But it was new to me, being more of a movie buff than a musical buff.
And
One of the words in the song was "haver", also new to me, so I went to the trusty dictionary to find out what "haver" meant. It means to dither, to hem and haw. Lovely new words make me smile. I went from movie to song to word. Yep, life happens when you watch movies -- emotional, mental, and creative enrichment. It doesn't get much better than that.
Life happens when you have children:
I remember a friend telling me that after WWII when there were so many food shortages in England once a week the government would provide a single piece of fresh fruit to the children. She was very young, six or seven years old, and her mother would make her go outside to eat her banana so she, the mother, wouldn't take it from her, her desire and hunger was so great.
Or Art's cousin who while traveling in India handed some grapes to a beggar child and the mother stole them, took them.
Or Bobby Jones mother who would lock herself in the bathroom so she wouldn't hurt Bobby when he was in the throes of hyper-activity. Remember that?
Children? Taking care of children, loving children, playing with children, we have done our share. Like the time I took Christian and some of his buddies to the deserted state fair grounds so they could experience the thrill of hanging onto a car while they rode their skateboards. Or taking a gang of boys to see the second largest truck in the North American hemisphere.
Julia making cakes, taking her nieces and nephews on special one on one adventures. Tootling all the kids around in her "little red MG." Photographing, zooing, standing on her head.
Jean sewing costumes, uniforms, wedding dresses, hemming, altering something for every child young and old in the family. And Cookies lots and lots of cookies.
Jane giving "towel hanging up lessons" to her two errant children. Cleaning, bandaging, icing, heating every wound bump and cut.
Janice opening her home and cupboard to not one, but two, Disneyland excursions. Bedding down fifteen at a time. Telling them at work that she wouldn't be back until the last family member drove away.
With Christmas comes Christmas memories. The memories creep in like snowflakes, soft and persistent. Thinking of all these children made me think of my childhood and my Christmas memories. Aunt Josephine and Uncle Beaty arriving in all their glory. The gianormous Christmas tree, or so it seemed to my young eyes, like the growing Christmas tree from The Nutcracker, all decked out at Grandpa and Granny Gilbert's farm. The tea set I received one year comes to mind.
I saw a tea set like it once at an antique store (ouch, that hurt) and it cost $150.00. I lusted after it, a physical representation of a magical moment, until I realized it was all lost to time and space. Owning a replica wouldn't make me five again. Did Uncle Foster and Aunt Hollis ever know the magic they gave me?
Will I ever know if the magic I tried to give children succeeded?
Life happens and some is lost in mystery.
The Angel's Share.
Sandy is tilling the garden at her new home.
Dreaming of Spring.
Mary is unpacking at her new home.
And expecting a new grandchild.
Kathleen is mourning her brother.
And hosting the annual book club Christmas potluck.
Eleanor is busy, as always.
Busy, elegant, gracious.
Lynn's energies are otherwise engaged -- park walking.
And looking for a new home.
She received a letter to vacate due to renovations.
Lynn and Carol both usually work on Wednesdays
Lynn was able to come to book club Christmas potluck.
Carol wasn't.
Carol was busy making her granddaughter, Stella's, birthday party favors, making Christmas gifts, making her Christmas cards, traveling to said granddaughter birthday bash, back and forth on the ferry, working, sharing time with her boyfriend, and in general puttering.
Claire is still cancer free in spite of recent worries and tests.
I made Pumpkin Butter, got fatter, and watched a few fabulous movies.
Life happens when you watch movies:
I watched two of my favorite "Christmas" movies, Millions and Love, Actually. Wonderful, feel good, make you smile, lovely little gems.
And
Barbara; A more gritty movie, set during East/West tensions in Germany. A medical setting. This movie is for Jane I think. Beautiful, thoughtful, makes you appreciate, again, our political freedoms, but a powerful reminder that life can be good anywhere.
And
The Angel's Share; about a young man who needs to grow up, man up and steal a bottle of whiskey.
A chain of events;
I watched the Scottish movie The Angel's Share and fell in love with one of the songs. For some reason it made me think of everyone in my family, all the people I love. Check it out on You Tube, I really don't know if the name is 500 Miles or something else. \\http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84CPo4bVkMk I know, I know, I am always way behind on current music. Current? this song came out in 80's. I think. But it was new to me, being more of a movie buff than a musical buff.
And
One of the words in the song was "haver", also new to me, so I went to the trusty dictionary to find out what "haver" meant. It means to dither, to hem and haw. Lovely new words make me smile. I went from movie to song to word. Yep, life happens when you watch movies -- emotional, mental, and creative enrichment. It doesn't get much better than that.
Life happens when you have children:
I remember a friend telling me that after WWII when there were so many food shortages in England once a week the government would provide a single piece of fresh fruit to the children. She was very young, six or seven years old, and her mother would make her go outside to eat her banana so she, the mother, wouldn't take it from her, her desire and hunger was so great.
Or Art's cousin who while traveling in India handed some grapes to a beggar child and the mother stole them, took them.
Or Bobby Jones mother who would lock herself in the bathroom so she wouldn't hurt Bobby when he was in the throes of hyper-activity. Remember that?
Children? Taking care of children, loving children, playing with children, we have done our share. Like the time I took Christian and some of his buddies to the deserted state fair grounds so they could experience the thrill of hanging onto a car while they rode their skateboards. Or taking a gang of boys to see the second largest truck in the North American hemisphere.
Julia making cakes, taking her nieces and nephews on special one on one adventures. Tootling all the kids around in her "little red MG." Photographing, zooing, standing on her head.
Jean sewing costumes, uniforms, wedding dresses, hemming, altering something for every child young and old in the family. And Cookies lots and lots of cookies.
Jane giving "towel hanging up lessons" to her two errant children. Cleaning, bandaging, icing, heating every wound bump and cut.
Janice opening her home and cupboard to not one, but two, Disneyland excursions. Bedding down fifteen at a time. Telling them at work that she wouldn't be back until the last family member drove away.
With Christmas comes Christmas memories. The memories creep in like snowflakes, soft and persistent. Thinking of all these children made me think of my childhood and my Christmas memories. Aunt Josephine and Uncle Beaty arriving in all their glory. The gianormous Christmas tree, or so it seemed to my young eyes, like the growing Christmas tree from The Nutcracker, all decked out at Grandpa and Granny Gilbert's farm. The tea set I received one year comes to mind.
I saw a tea set like it once at an antique store (ouch, that hurt) and it cost $150.00. I lusted after it, a physical representation of a magical moment, until I realized it was all lost to time and space. Owning a replica wouldn't make me five again. Did Uncle Foster and Aunt Hollis ever know the magic they gave me?
Will I ever know if the magic I tried to give children succeeded?
Life happens and some is lost in mystery.
The Angel's Share.
Friday, December 6, 2013
AWESOME News Flash
Awesome, awesome, awesome...
Mahalia Jackson's Christmas comes to us all once a year is now on YouTube.
Posted 10/23/13
To quote Jerry: life is good.
Now go listen to it.
Mahalia Jackson's Christmas comes to us all once a year is now on YouTube.
Posted 10/23/13
To quote Jerry: life is good.
Now go listen to it.
Awesome
Connor Jensen Carrillo has a favorite word; awesome. Sorry, I spelled that wrong the correct spelling is AWESOME. So in honor of Connor's favorite word, awesome, here are some observations.
I made some awesome chili that can never be duplicated. I started with some very delicious tender stew meat and added some turkey sweet Italian sausage just because it was hanging in the refrigerator and needed used or I would lose it. To this I added some organic salt free vegetable juice, a can of salt free diced tomatoes, the good kind, the Muir Glenn kind. I had cooked some sweet potatoes and green beans so I added the water I semi steamed/boiled those vegetables in because of all the nutrients left in the water. A trick I learned a long time ago was never throw away water from cooked vegetables, save it in the freezer and add to soups and stews. I do. I ended with a flourish of spices; cumin, oregano, red pepper, pepper, and chili powder -- lots of chili powder and viola awesome chili, especially when loaded with cheese and gluten free chips -- not salt free.
I saw a truck in slow crawling I-5 traffic the other day as I was traveling down the road to Ballard to have breakfast with Claire, before my mandatory meeting downtown on my day off. It passed me, I passed it, it passed me and so on until I veered off at Northgate.
TAL truck lines, what are the odds? Made me think of my awesome brother in law.
What is awesome about traveling to a mandatory meeting downtown on your day off?
I will tell you. First is was a stunningly beautiful day; blue skies, towering evergreens, mountain views in every direction, polite drivers, no one trying to take me out, breakfast with Claire at one of my favorite breakfast places that I seldom go to, a Christian drive-by at his Ballard shop where he handed me a Fair Trade, Devine, 70 % Dark Chocolate with Raspberries, 3.5 oz candy bar that some customer had bestowed on him. He passed it through the car window with a cavalier "Here Mom." Also I was able to drive into downtown in daylight and park in daylight, plus all of the afore mentioned.
The downside was I will be paid my pittance for attending the 1 1/2 hour meeting, but I had to buy gas for the 52 mile round trip and pay for NOT early bird parking. I might have made four dollars on the excursion which didn't pay for my breakfast -- but breakfast was delicious, I was yanked out of my rut, time with my friend, and it turned into a three son day.
Three son days are awesome, always.
Cathy has started her awesome trip to Hawaii. And isn't Nora about ready for her awesome trip to Harry Potter with a special guy? Awesome.
Thanksgiving photo's from Bo and Roger that I was able to post on Facebook.
Looking through some old family reunion photos that made me smile, laugh and wince. The year Dan, Jacquie and Benjamin came. My, my Blaine looks so different now. He has "growed" into a man. A beautiful man.
Big family Christmas breakfast, or small, depending on the weather. What is it looking like? It's been so cold here I almost shut my bedroom window. It's down to four inches.
Shopping online. "Shopping online is delightful. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
Lots of "online" is awesome. I am continually amazed at online everything. You would think I would be over it by now, but I'm not. It is still magic to me, it might as well of been created by pixie dust. Did anyone ever go watch the TED about what exactly the physical mechanics of the internet is? Andrew Blum. Awesome.
Andrew Bowman sent me an email, awesome in and of itself, about movies and such. Werner Herzog, oldies but goodies, and other stuff.
Bo's football team won some big game. She is an awesome fan.
Mahalia Jackson singing "Christmas comes to us all once a year." I still can't find it on YouTube. As Ian said, "Out of the millions and millions of songs on YouTube only Mom would want a song not there." I guess I need to go to Amazon and just buy it.
And now a word about Connor: We were coloring with four crayons and my job was to color the big fat lettered word, little. I said what color do you want me to use? He said rainbow is awesome. So I colored the L red, the I blue, the first T green, and the second T yellow and asked what color do you want me to use now? He said, rather exasperated I might add, "Red granny -- we are making a pattern." Now, how in the world does a wee boy know how and when to use the word "pattern?" Awesome.
Then we came to the new PEZ candy dispenser, the Santa head instead of the Halloween Squishy head. When the candy ceased to come out Connor shouted, "Granny, I discovered the problem -- it's out of candy!"
My friend posted a poem on "avoiding the holes in the sidewalk" on her blog. A lovely poem.
My prescription for avoiding holes in sidewalks, metaphorically speaking of course, two quotes I have posted before. I sort of apologize for repeating myself. The Alpha and Omega of "avoiding holes in the sidewalk." The Alpha and Omega of existence. Everything else in-between, is, well, everything else.
Sir Issac Newton:
"I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier seashell than ordinary whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."
And a line from Nonno's poem from Night of the Iguana, by Tennessee Williams on death:
"Oh courage, could you not as well, select a second place to dwell, not only in that golden tree, but in the frightened heart of me."
I was clearing out some stuff and ran across a stash of awesome cards I was saving. One was perfect for Tal.
I've made my soup, purchased yogurt, completed all of my little life maintenance tasks, and Ian will manage the laundry on Saturday. So for now I can relax, read a book, watch a movie, shop online, listen to music, think awesome thoughts and send a card to Tal.
I made some awesome chili that can never be duplicated. I started with some very delicious tender stew meat and added some turkey sweet Italian sausage just because it was hanging in the refrigerator and needed used or I would lose it. To this I added some organic salt free vegetable juice, a can of salt free diced tomatoes, the good kind, the Muir Glenn kind. I had cooked some sweet potatoes and green beans so I added the water I semi steamed/boiled those vegetables in because of all the nutrients left in the water. A trick I learned a long time ago was never throw away water from cooked vegetables, save it in the freezer and add to soups and stews. I do. I ended with a flourish of spices; cumin, oregano, red pepper, pepper, and chili powder -- lots of chili powder and viola awesome chili, especially when loaded with cheese and gluten free chips -- not salt free.
I saw a truck in slow crawling I-5 traffic the other day as I was traveling down the road to Ballard to have breakfast with Claire, before my mandatory meeting downtown on my day off. It passed me, I passed it, it passed me and so on until I veered off at Northgate.
TAL truck lines, what are the odds? Made me think of my awesome brother in law.
What is awesome about traveling to a mandatory meeting downtown on your day off?
I will tell you. First is was a stunningly beautiful day; blue skies, towering evergreens, mountain views in every direction, polite drivers, no one trying to take me out, breakfast with Claire at one of my favorite breakfast places that I seldom go to, a Christian drive-by at his Ballard shop where he handed me a Fair Trade, Devine, 70 % Dark Chocolate with Raspberries, 3.5 oz candy bar that some customer had bestowed on him. He passed it through the car window with a cavalier "Here Mom." Also I was able to drive into downtown in daylight and park in daylight, plus all of the afore mentioned.
The downside was I will be paid my pittance for attending the 1 1/2 hour meeting, but I had to buy gas for the 52 mile round trip and pay for NOT early bird parking. I might have made four dollars on the excursion which didn't pay for my breakfast -- but breakfast was delicious, I was yanked out of my rut, time with my friend, and it turned into a three son day.
Three son days are awesome, always.
Cathy has started her awesome trip to Hawaii. And isn't Nora about ready for her awesome trip to Harry Potter with a special guy? Awesome.
Thanksgiving photo's from Bo and Roger that I was able to post on Facebook.
Looking through some old family reunion photos that made me smile, laugh and wince. The year Dan, Jacquie and Benjamin came. My, my Blaine looks so different now. He has "growed" into a man. A beautiful man.
Big family Christmas breakfast, or small, depending on the weather. What is it looking like? It's been so cold here I almost shut my bedroom window. It's down to four inches.
Shopping online. "Shopping online is delightful. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
Lots of "online" is awesome. I am continually amazed at online everything. You would think I would be over it by now, but I'm not. It is still magic to me, it might as well of been created by pixie dust. Did anyone ever go watch the TED about what exactly the physical mechanics of the internet is? Andrew Blum. Awesome.
Andrew Bowman sent me an email, awesome in and of itself, about movies and such. Werner Herzog, oldies but goodies, and other stuff.
Bo's football team won some big game. She is an awesome fan.
Mahalia Jackson singing "Christmas comes to us all once a year." I still can't find it on YouTube. As Ian said, "Out of the millions and millions of songs on YouTube only Mom would want a song not there." I guess I need to go to Amazon and just buy it.
And now a word about Connor: We were coloring with four crayons and my job was to color the big fat lettered word, little. I said what color do you want me to use? He said rainbow is awesome. So I colored the L red, the I blue, the first T green, and the second T yellow and asked what color do you want me to use now? He said, rather exasperated I might add, "Red granny -- we are making a pattern." Now, how in the world does a wee boy know how and when to use the word "pattern?" Awesome.
Then we came to the new PEZ candy dispenser, the Santa head instead of the Halloween Squishy head. When the candy ceased to come out Connor shouted, "Granny, I discovered the problem -- it's out of candy!"
My friend posted a poem on "avoiding the holes in the sidewalk" on her blog. A lovely poem.
My prescription for avoiding holes in sidewalks, metaphorically speaking of course, two quotes I have posted before. I sort of apologize for repeating myself. The Alpha and Omega of "avoiding holes in the sidewalk." The Alpha and Omega of existence. Everything else in-between, is, well, everything else.
Sir Issac Newton:
"I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier seashell than ordinary whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."
And a line from Nonno's poem from Night of the Iguana, by Tennessee Williams on death:
"Oh courage, could you not as well, select a second place to dwell, not only in that golden tree, but in the frightened heart of me."
I was clearing out some stuff and ran across a stash of awesome cards I was saving. One was perfect for Tal.
I've made my soup, purchased yogurt, completed all of my little life maintenance tasks, and Ian will manage the laundry on Saturday. So for now I can relax, read a book, watch a movie, shop online, listen to music, think awesome thoughts and send a card to Tal.
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