If I had a day that I could give to you
I’d give to you a day just like today. What a lovely lovely lovely day.
I’d give to you a day just like today. What a lovely lovely lovely day.
Tin is getting to the point where he is repeating everything and weird stuff comes out of him that you are not expecting – he points at a SUV and says “BIG BUS,” or he has this weird Italian accent when he says MAMA, it’s like maaaa ma, maaa ma almost like a Felini character, and then he is starting to string together words and that is when we hit the Kid Chinese. Watch this…
Yesterday was a stressball day – I had mistakenly waited a day to make T’s birthday cake and then ended up taking shortcuts by not sifting the flour because I was rushing to make it (lumpy cake – we’ll taste it later today), I missed for the second day in a row doing any physical activity (no yoga, no gym) because of work, I left my desk with too much left undone because I was…
Oh, come on and admit it, life is a puzzle, correct? I mean here you start heading off in this direction and then you are thrown a curve ball and you fallback to catch it and find yourself running in circles and then you jump off the merrygoround and hit the ground and you’re stunned at first but then you get up, dust off and start running and suddenly you find someone has been running…
This morning the weather was next to perfect – well let’s just give it perfect – tee shirt weather if you are walking briskly and we were as we were late getting out the gate this morning. The lagoon in City Park was filled to the brim with ducks and herons and egrets and swans and I’m just waiting for the day when I see the cormorants back on the tree and the pelicans gracing…
My brother came by and brought Tin a Monster Truck that makes Monster noises and after he left, us three women – me, T and M (the nanny) stared at it and thought, hmmm. Only a boy would by a Monster Truck for a boy. I’m half way into the Real Boys book and I’ve been observing men in a very different fashion – imagine the boy growing up who loves his mommy and his…
Yesterday in my mondo multitasking Monday mode, I accidentally sent to a friend of mine an email intended for the salesperson I work with – she’s an artist and so she wrote back “fine writing here, but I cannot fathom any of it” – whatyagonnado. Today I got this alert from the New York Times about the Nobel Prize winners and I read it several times but for the life of me cannot fathom any…
Why after all these years do I expect Mondays to be anything but Mondays? The bell rings and your out the gate, you are inching up on the rabbit, then suddenly, bam, the rabbit is off, faster than the speed of sound, and you’re behind it, chasing and huffing and puffing and still you can’t catch that silly rabbit. Then boom it’s time for bed. But you’re so wound up from the chase you are…
I thought it was a cosmic joke when I left New Orleans after the first break in the heat since the last weekend of Jazz Fest (read: April) and arrived in California for its record heat of 113 degrees in LA and 91 in San Francisco. This morning the temperatures dipped into the light jacket (T has cashmere and fleece on) and the dogs had a zip in their step. I could tell something was…
It’s that time of year again where the pumpkins are showing up on porches and scary witches and ghosts are flying from trees and it’s perhaps one of my favorite times of the year – the approaching of All Hallows Eve when the border between this world and the otherworld thins and spirits dead and alive walk the earth. This year we will be heading across the bayou to trick or treat with the little…