Thursday, September 29, 2016

A list of doodles

As does happen to me with some frequency, I had a purposeful, lighthearted, good natured, not so whiney post all put together in me noggin' when I went and forgot it in the 2 weeks since I've last posted.  So I put together a list of mental doodles that will perhaps touch on some of the whimsy and caprice that I (theoretically) had planned.

1.  The Younger has some hilarious 4-year old moments.  A week or so ago, we were in the car, just the twosies of us, and we were singing our conversation to each other as we sometimes do in lighthearted moments.  (It's also a surefire way to get my kids to listen to me when I need them to so long as I can keep my impatience in check.)  At one point, the Younger sang her response (about whatever) and then followed up with "This is how I sing Twinkle, Twinkle in Spanish...[gibberish]...this is how I sing it in cursive [more gibberish]."  She is a linguist and a scholar.
2.  I am, again, working my way through The Office again because sometimes you need inane humor to counterbalance the run-ons and the fragments in your life.
3.  I just finished a fantastically, purposefully, challenging book, Grit: The power of passion and perseverance by Angela Duckworth.  Do jump on my bandwagon.  I absolutely want to either a) figure out how to get the library to let me have it longer or b) buy it.  I love her point about having a house rule that everyone has to do something hard.  Sign me up.
4.  We're $60 into fresh apples, and it's phenomenal.  So many lovely apples.  Why can't apple season come around twice a year?
5.  I just now realized that I'm out of books to read.
6.  A friend said "Fall weather is my jam" today.  I agree.  Especially if fall weather is my winter weather.  Someone get me out of the tundra.
7.  We are a muffin family.  I made my usual double batch of pumpkin muffins with mini chocolate chips about a week ago, and I already had to make another batch yesterday.
8.  I often ask my kids to help me out (sometimes just to divert attention from an escalating situation) about what they want to eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner.  The Elder always (always, without fail, always) yells with stupendous enthusiasm "Macaroni and cheese!"  That kid is my jam.
9.  I love podcasts.  I can listen to about 1 1/2 on a good Tuesday/Thursday driving session.  (I also came up with a female-to-female cord jack line device - I'm told this is a thing...maybe not in so many words - from the boy's car, which enables me to put my podcast ears on.)
10.  I tried to make it to #10, but "The Cover-Up" is distracting me, and I'm about ready to peace-out-home-skillets 'cause it's late.

Word out. 

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Here's my day, and now I'm done.

The Elder enjoys some me time on my computer during those 3.75 minutes a day when I'm not otherwise using it.  She's taken to periodically writing letters to Daddy on those afternoons when she just can't wait until he gets home and I'm puttzing around the kitchen doing normal the daily diswasher-sink-stove-fridge dance.  I showed her where to find the "delete" and "enter" keys and let her have at it.  This week, she came up with this:

At schooh I went to Libery.
And I got two books and the books where wizards don’t need computers.
And gremlins don’t chew bubble gum. And I got a boxcar children book from Miss.gaier.
I brought whiskers to recess . And I chased Conner.
I sat by

Daddy obviously walked in the door because I'M ALL DONE NOW.  She's obviously like a chicken pecking at the keyboard, so it takes her a while and her spelling gets a bit funky, but she spelled her teacher's name right, which is something that I will struggle with on occasion.

It's delightful getting a glimpse of those important moments of her days, even though we are still in that honeymoon stage of our relationship whereupon her mouth does not stop talking when she is with us.  (Once in a while, a grandparent or a teacher will confide in me with that deer-in-a-headlights look that the Younger did not stop talking and I couldn't believe it and She's usually so quiet.  I feel compelled to pat them gently on the shoulder and say I KNOW.  You know that our children are comfortable with you when they talk with you; and once you're in with're in.) 

There's some amount of panache that a 7-year old has with her words.  It's not that what she says is all that special or unique, but I dig her moxy.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Call me later...I'm in jail

I'm not in jail.  But the boy thought that I was.

SO.  My spouse thought I was in jail.  At least kinda sorta thought I was.

We've been running through a string of crummy luck, not the crummiest ever or even the crummiest locally (It's been rough driving around town, and I think I was detoured 4 times yesterday various places and times.  Lot's of tough times for people here right now.)  Still, it's been kinda lousy timing, and the old pocketbook has had many a hit.

Like I whined about before, we just shelled out $2000 a few weeks ago to repaint various cars and panels on both of our cars.  Last week bit the big one, and I now I realized that I spoke too fast.  While I was driving in torrential, hydroplaning rain to pick up a whole bunch of cow (which is a whole bunch of money, and one that I chose to spend, but still a whole bunch of mooooo-la, if you will...which I don't particularly want to spend at the moment), I got a call from the boy which began "Everyone is alright, but I need you to call me back right now.  I got rear-ended."  Well, I'm glad that the car was nice and re-painted for this little adventure.  Ergo, another car issue.  More money gone, alas, gone. 

And then yesterday, I got boxed in while driving by the large parking lot where the city is collecting the mountains of trees that were blown down in the storms.  I got stuck driving over a small-ish, 1-inch-ish in diameter, 5 feet-ish long tree limb, which went all ka-chunky on me.  And that made this panel-thing on the underside of my car go all draggy-draggy on me.  Money fleeing from my very balled-up-fisty hands.

One more before this story gets better: my kid needs to start allergy shtuff, which requires having an epi-pen on hand.  Have you also been shaking your head at what you've been hearing about the cost of epi-pens?  Yep.  Can't wait to get my hands on one of those for hundreds of single dollars.  There's nothing I want to do more than run some cost analysis on these things with various local pharmacies. 

But here's where the birds started singing and the heavens rejoiced.  I feel that the tides, they are a'turnin'.  Epi-pen: FREE.  My car: fixed & FREE.  Combine this with g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s, temperate weather and no grading actively waiting on my attention and that's a recipe for a downright GOOD day.  There's a bounce in my step and spring in my toes.

Oh wait, there's still the part where the boy thought I was in jail.  He called to ask if I was the woman who was (supposedly) calling from the jail and who left a message on his phone presumably asking for some bail assistance.  So naturally, naturally, he thought that it was me.  And then called to confirm that it was not.  Bless his incredulous heart. 

The fates have not been particularly blessful lately, but they sent me a pleasant chuckle today.  Sunshine and flower petals for all.  I'm going to enjoy the day and not being in jail, at least for a few hours.