Big Bad Bam
It was Monday on steroids – so much to do I couldn’t catch a moment to reflect on how the hell I got so busy in my life. Tin woke up on the wrong side of the bed and decided to take it out on his nanny. At some point having glued myself to the computer I just had to walk away finally at 6:30 – 12 hours in front of the damn thing – no wonder my eye sight is going to hell in a handbasket.
I came downstairs and went to see my neighbor and we both sat outside and looked at the bayou which has that awesome over-exposed look from the storms we’ve been having. She’s given up her evening wine and I said Amen to that – it’s amazing how you can just not count those liquid calories but they add up, yes indeed they add up and up.
Came home and Tin was up from his nap and I had picked up some ice cream – he was in his everybody can go to hell mood and so I decided to kill him with kindness. He refused dinner so I made him some vanilla ice cream and half a muffin and had him come sit outside while I did some much needed gardening and Tatjana cooked us wild mushrooms and soba noodles.
I looked up as Tin was sitting on the top step, ice cream dripping from his spoon, clouds hanging heavy overhead and reflecting in the bayou below and Bam Bam eating the muffin in his bowl. Crazy as it sounds, something was just picture perfect about that moment and the fact that I had nearly killed all my roses by spraying them with toxic chemicals for rust, and the fact that my work is multiplying exponentially, and the fact that Tin most likely will have days like this that affect the whole household, I could see a clear vision – a bridge that will be rehabilitated, a bayou that I might one day be able to dive into, a child that will grow into a fine adult, a life that will be well lived with joy and challenges, but all very exciting.
Bam Bam ate the muffin. Whatyagonnado?