Tin’s love of going to the playground knows no bounds – all you have to do is say park and he brings you his shoes. And it’s at the playground where I notice that every day that ticks by he grows, develops, acquires, learns and all of this is about him pushing off of me to gain entry to these thresholds. “Need Mommy’s help?” – a resounding “NOOOOOOO.” Every once in a while he reaches…
The Afternoon Sun This room, how well I know it. Now they’re renting it, and the one next to it, as offices. The whole house has become an office building for agents, businessmen, companies. This room, how familiar it is. The couch was here, near the door, a Turkish carpet in front of it. Close by, the shelf with two yellow vases. On the right -no, opposite- a wardrobe with a mirror. In the middle…
We made a birthday card for a friend who is coping with the end of a relationship while musing on her mid life arrival. Here are some of the quotes harkening to the authors we read from on Thanksgiving that we put on her card – another friend of hers called it a sad card. Really? Then you view life as sad. “Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are…
Last night I got to cuddle up to some Advil Cold & Sinus and a horrific case of acid reflux, but that was only after having been dragged down the front stairs early in the morning by Loca the cabin fever dog and in the mid afternoon falling on my other knee in Boot Camp (actually slamming my full body weight onto my left knee cap). By the time I made it to bed, I…
I knew a little boy who was about to get a dog and he told me one day, “We’re getting a laboratory retriever!” There was something so wonderful about that I didn’t want to correct him. So when Tin started calling butterflies “bagash” we sort of just went along with it because he doesn’t just say “bagash” he says BAGASH with such enthusiasm and delight for the butterfly that it deserves to be left intact,…
My neighbor is holding the annual Bayou Blunderbus and well, we are just missing the whole thing because they are dressing up like Pilgrims and Indians and floating down the bayou and winding up in front of our house with a roaring fire and lots of food. But we have things to do. For one thing, after not being on Tin’s schedule for Thanksgiving we are back to strict schedule observance and so while they…
Yesterday we were sitting outside under blue skies and short sleeved warmth, and today we woke to rain and dropping temperatures. I understand from the news that cold weather didn’t stop Black Friday from being blacker than ever, but there is no way in hell you’d get me in a store, much less a mall, after yesterday and in light of today. No, we’re all in our stretch clothes lounging for the lord around here…
Yesterday was beautiful, windy and wild. From the point of waking up till we sat down at the table it was nonstop hustle bustle but it brought about one of the most lovely Thanksgiving I’ve had in a long time. We set up the table on the bayou and everyone brought their plates laden with Greek offerings. Tin who had waited much too long for his meal, wound up hitting nap time and so he…
This year we’re taking the turkey out of Thanksgiving and putting the Thanks in and the Giving. We’re gathering today to give thanks for the day and in the spirit of our Greek theme, my poem today is Ode to A Grecian Urn by John Keats – nothing could be more appropriate than to use one of the greatest odes in the English language to fit the theme (Greek), the mood (I too am contemplating…
Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 80s and I think it is 80 right now at 10 pm but everywhere else it is cold – Steve said it is 20 in Oregon, Alice posted over a foot of snow in Utah, and I believe Illinois is cold as well. Meanwhile, while I sit here with the a/c and fan cranked up high, hot in my light shift nightie, T is bathing in a chicken…