Month: May 2013

Banish the Banshee

It has been just slightly more than 24 hours since summer “break” began. The boys carried out their end-of-school-year tradition of shrieking like banshees and generally behaving like crazy people. I suppose this is a thing now—-this manic transition from basically decent students to bloodthirsty hounds as we enter the summer months. By 3:50 yesterday afternoon, I had that moment:…

Hopping Fences & Bunnies

Charlie has a hankering these days for hopping the fence of our neighbors to the south. He will jump the fence if the neighbors’ four-year-old is bouncing on his trampoline and urging Chach to climb over and join him. But he really doesn’t need even that much coaxing. He’ll hop that tall, solid wood privacy fence (obediently stained Monterey Grey…

Summer Wicked This Way Comes

It’s a long weekend, and it isn’t over yet. Here are a few things which happened: A) Jack and I rode a train together. It was a peaceful drive through a lovely canyon to get to the Day Out With Thomas event. It was the last train trip of the evening, and things were perfectly low-key. We were by far…

The Bus Stops Here

It is the debut of summertime this weekend. But my thoughts are pondering three months from now, when my three elementary school-aged children will attend three different schools: one just around the corner, one a few blocks to the east, and one in a neighboring town.I am not doing this to complicate my life. It’s too late for that, snort! This…

Future Me

There is a scene in the new Star Trek movie Into Darkness where ***SPOILER ALERT***this happens: Spock speaks to an older version of himself, coolly played by Leonard Nimoy (obviously). I’m not Trekkie enough to explain how people can speak to themselves forty years in the future while still living, youthful and in the present, but it fascinated me. Sign me…

A Mother’s Day Gift

Mother’s Day is purported to be a day of fresh flower bouquets and scrum-diddly-uptious breakfasts in bed. It’s a well-meaning holiday which, like most, has taken a turn toward commercialization. For many moms, Mother’s Day is kind of a bear. While we all enjoy getting a lovely bouquet and a preschooler’s handcrafted gifts, there is the uglier side to this…

Patchwork

I’m grateful today for: * My mother-in-law for carrying on a lovely tradition of showing up at our house before Mothers’ Day and planting flowers in the beds in my front yard. Her gifted green thumb sets our garden on a less-shameful trajectory than if it were left solely to me and mine. Today she brought lavender and zinnias and…

Garden Party

Yesterday while Jeff fixed all the sprinkler heads in the backyard (broken sprinkler heads brought to you by Jacky), I spent approximately 27 minutes applying sunscreen to everyone, packing snacks, overseeing people getting pottied and shod, and piling them in the car for an outing to the tulip festival at the gardens. Jack got mad en route for some unknown…

The Not-So-Cohesive Post

A few disconnected (possibly bizarre) free-floating thoughts: 1) I think I need a Lindt 70% dark chocolate section of my food storage, and I need to bulk up on it now, before summer “break” rears it’s big toothy horse head. 2) I’ve noticed that every coming-of-age movie features a mom character who is either a) sad or b) quietly depressed…