I have one daughter living on the Scandinavian coast. Weather report: cold, cloudy, wet.
I have another living in Southern Cal. Weather report: hot, sunny, dry.
Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Sounds like a fairly consistent gig for the weather man. Continue reading “Umbrella or sun hat??”
I’ve mentioned before that Bob and I take on a somewhat Rockwellian look as he reads to me while I crochet in my great-grandmother’s rocking chair. At this writing, we’re still on Ayn Rand’s famous American novel, Atlas Shrugged, but are somewhat bogged down in the author’s voluminous rant via the character John Galt. I finally opted out when my more intellectual half offered to read the rest of that chapter on his own and pick me back up when the plot resumes…
Bob has also read the likes of Plato, Aristotle, and Euclid. Why, you may ask? Not sure. I’ve enjoyed some Virgil and Augustine, but I also tend toward Calvin and Hobbes. (In all honesty, Bob is well rounded Continue reading “Dante in a graphic novel??”
Somebody once said that hindsight is 20/20. I don’t think so. I think we can still be blind as a bat without some well-fitted spectacles in the form of serious contemplative wisdom. I don’t know much (at all) about physics—that’s my brother the Purdue engineer’s department. But I’ve heard there’s something out there called Chaos Theory. I like that term. I sometimes feel I’m the embodiment of it. No need to take classes on that one, just come read my autobiography, which I haven’t written yet since I’m still living it. As I’ve said before, my life seemingly doesn’t come in “seasons”; it prefers to come in “spasms”.
Of which I will spare you the details… Continue reading “Hindsight is not always 20/20”
A good friend of mine told me about the local Red Cross blood drive that was happening here in town. I hadn’t donated blood in a L-O-N-G time, and since someone dear to me in my family had just had a transfusion, it was obviously still in my frontal lobe. That, plus I was on summer vacation, plus I have one of the rarest blood types (B negative), so no excuses. Drink some extra water, grab a protein bar, and I’m off.
There’s a family story about my mom back when we were kids. She had the rarest type of blood, AB negative. That’s always fun, since if you’re in a car wreck or some such awful thing, and you need a lifesaving transfusion, you might be in a world of hurt. Continue reading “Inventory”
The most-darling-three-year-old-in-the-Universe, (my oldest granddaughter) is R-E-A-L-L-Y into princess stuff. Like, it’s a struggle for her mom to get her to change out of one of her (many) princess outfits if they need to go public somewhere, like to the grocery store.
Of course, then she got a mermaid bathing suit, and it’s been rough getting her out of that one, as in this recent chat with her mom:
“Don’t ever make proclamations about how you’ll parent or what your child/ren will do. That’s how you end up in a suburban bank with a 3-year-old mermaid perched on your hip.”
But, along with Pooh Bear, mermaids, and tea parties, the princess things still rank pretty high on her radar for now. And as with all things (grand)parenting, it give us great pleasure to follow those interests with her. What will develop next? Continue reading “Casting call: princesses and mermaids”
I have a habit of biting off more than I can chew.
Now, that’s an analogy that needs no explanation; it’s just part of our vernacular, which probably means that there are a WHOLE BUNCH of us that do it. Frequently. Constantly chewing and rarely swallowing between bites.
Like signing up for a 50-mile two-day bike hike when I was in high school with no serious preparation, wishing in mid-stride I could fall off and ride the rest of the way in the S.A.G. (Support And Gear) vehicle. “SAG” is aptly named for another reason… Continue reading “I didn’t sign up for this…(sez who??)”
TO THIS DAY, I still have middle-schoolers walking around with their shoes untied! Kids! This is NOT a fashion statement, this is a HEALTH HAZARD! You trip, then I have to take care of you!
Remember teaching your little ones to tie their shoes? Some used the bunny ear technique. In my house, we used the old-fashioned loop/knot design. It all takes time and practice, but then, of course, my youngest ended up wearing flip-flops to high school in January, so why bother?
The point is that teaching self-sufficiency is a
Continue reading “Tie your own shoes”
As the picture shows, I’m not a fashion diva. I tend not follow too many trends, especially if everyone else is following them. I figure I’m either retro or trend-setting myself, depending which way one looks on the time-line, I suppose. I basically have three fashionista rules: cleanliness, comfort, and coverage.
But when it came to what style of sunglasses to wear to view the American Eclipse of 2017, there wasn’t much choice, at least here in my small town. So I shelled out a full dollar for my NASA-approved specs in preparation for the light show.
In my part of the country, we were to get about a 96% solar coverage. It was pretty neat, but enough light still filtered through so that I wasn’t spellbound—the pull of the paperwork on my desk was still there, so I was in and out of the school building for our few minutes of historical phenom. Continue reading “Eclipsed!”
When it comes to summertime, my husband kind of makes out like a bandit. To begin with, there’s Fathers’ Day in June, followed by his birthday in July, and (dare he forget) our anniversary in August. So he can just stay in celebration mode all summer long, and keep Amazon pulled up on the computer 24/7 as the gifts roll in.
Now, lest I make Bob sound like E. Scrooge sitting at his table fingering his coins, nothing could be further from the truth. But even with his generous spirit, I’m the one doing most of the Amazon gift giving, for my husband’s special moments, as well as for other family members.
C’mon, ladies, you know how we do. Check the list, buy the gift, wrap it, put Dad’s name on it, take it to the post, whatever. No biggie. Just gotta remember to tell him what “he” sent so when the phone call comes in… Continue reading “A personalized present”