Ah, friends. Weird things happen. Which is hardly news around here.
But two months ago, I learned that the wordpress blog I’d begun back in July 2010–I had a dream about sleep–this blog–had suddenly no more room. I could type words, which is what I continued to do, but I’d completely used up my picture-upload capacity. As, uh.. only so much is ‘free.’
That someone much computer-wiser than I suggested I create my own website, and then helped me do it, makes my heart sing, and well, terrifies me , too, as I can think of four hundred ‘what ifs’…heh. But I sense that this is the right direction.
I kept things simple for myself, giving the new website the same name. Only the web address is different. www.ihadadreamaboutsleep.com
So…as I type my last words on this blog, please know how grateful I am to each of you who’ve joined me for the journey. I could sit here and laugh alone, but, goodness, I can’t think of why I’d do that now…
Please join me on the new website, when you can. If you’ve received blog posts by e-mail and you’d still like to do that, please sign-up again, just on the new site.
Thank you, friends. I’ll see you soon!
New website address: www.ihadadreamaboutsleep.com
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It happens every March. The itch for berries.
Fresh ones. The kind that grow haphazardly on branches or in patches in our backyard. The kind that, glancing at our backyard, are nowhere close to budding because we haven’t seen the sun for months. And because, well, it ain’t July.
But God bless California whose berries, though no permanent replacement for the western Washington ones we’re drooling for, are being harvested now and trucked up to Fred Meyer five miles from our house. Because…
because they make my kids dance. And because they cause delighted conflict when my son licks all the big ones, so that no one else will want them.
Only his sister claims she still does.
Which leaves me to conclude that what matters around here isn’t the amount of saliva on the berry.
But simply its size.
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We’d hardly left preschool, when on the straight-stretch a mostly-white beater caught up with us and matched us rpm for rpm.
Only, c’mon…this thing had nothin’ on our van.
At the red light, when the driver of the two-door beater shifted from first to second and backfired, I scrambled for anything to jam in my ear. My son…
my son perked up to the same racket, and with a finger that stretched across his sister’s face, he shouted, “COOL CAR!”
By which time I glanced back out the window to confirm that there indeed was nothing cool about this car. Especially its non-muffler. But as the beater shifted six more times and accelerated an inch ahead of our van in the lane beside ours, my son couldn’t stand it any longer and he yelped, “Mommy, catch that fast car!”
Only I slowed to turn. And my son…
my son ogled after the noise (BRMM–RUMMM–RUMM–RUMMM) he found innately beautiful.
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I made macaroni and cheese tonight. The homemade stuff. The kind that begins with butter and gets serious with the cheese. A whole bunch of cheese.
The kind of macaroni my kids snub with wrinkled noses because it doesn’t taste like the box kind. Or as my daughter put it after the taste test, the kind she couldn’t tell if she liked or not.
Only she decided she didn’t. But it took three bites.
Which just meant more for my thighs. By which time I jiggled up from the table and got seconds.
My kids, meanwhile, sang the praises of Annie’s mac and fake-cheese. And for a moment, there wasn’t an unpleased palate at the table.
until I mentioned the salad.
Posted in Family, Kids | Tagged comfort food, macaroni and cheese | 3 Comments »
Sometimes without meaning to, things happen. Like turning thirty. Or thirty-one.
Or, good Lord, thirty-seven.
Which is what happened to me yesterday and merited my digging through the freezer for the last four donuts I’d been keepin’ an eye on–heh–and which also justified re-using my daughter’s green seven and my son’s last year’s three because…
ain’t nothin’ healthy about thirty-seven lit candles. Granted we can count that high.
This is laziness or ingenuity.
It’s also 18 diapers carefully covering a box my husband wrapped, a box I would’ve been stuck peeling open diaper by diaper and refolding, had my son not exploded into the room and shown me differently.
And bless the little computer stand within that box, the one my husband set up with two too many helpers, the stand I’m using now.
But mostly, Lord, I pray your blessings on another day…another hour…
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It’s not that never taking my jacket off is a problem. We’ve bonded. It’s just that occasionally, I’d like to look out the window here in western Washington and see the sun. Not the clouds with the sun somewhere behind them. Not a picture of the sun my daughter’s drawn from memory.
Because I realized last week that though we’d traded one cold place for another, the eastern Washington sun blinding us through the windshield made just about anything tolerable.
“Son, you gotta puke again? No problem. Watch me clean it with a smile.”
“Popcorn for dinner? Sounds great.”
“Gas costs four bucks a gallon? Heh…well, why not?”
It’s just that we’re home now, and it ain’t stopped raining–save for the momentary tease when it’s appeared to not be raining, but is indeed still raining.
Which isn’t to say that being perpetually soggy ain’t the greatest thing…
for a frog.
But for me…I be dreamin’ of a few steady rays…and the hanger that’ll hold my jacket.
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Sometimes, more often than it happens, we just need to get away.
Like to a gym with nets.
Without the little people.
So we can smack a volleyball around…
and reminisce about having body parts that ran faster, hit harder, jumped higher or heavens, jumped at all.
And we can high-five people our own age. And gimp to the restroom alone. We can eat a whole banana without sharing and expect to find the dried cherries still in the trailmix.
We can play.
Thank you, Jesus…we can play.
Then when the day be done, we can smile…
because, by golly, we’re still standing.
And ‘standing’, at this moment, counts for something.
Posted in Family, Kids | Tagged jumping, sports, volleyball | 6 Comments »