Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
For the past few weeks I've had my eye on a new cell phone. Lucky for me (or unluckily, however you look at it), my current phone started to freak out just as my dream phone was coming to market. That gave me ample excuse to go out and buy it. Of course, it isn't ever really as simple as that. I am, after all, a supreme addict to research. I rechecked Consumer Reports, CNET, PC Mag, and every other reference I could find. And after confirming (once again) that this was really the phone I wanted, I started my search in earnest.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Some days it seems like the whole world is spinning in the wrong direction. Work isn't going well, the house is a wreck, the kids are bickering more than usual, it's too hot, too cold, not enough, or too much.
But then there are those other days. The ones that seem almost magical in the way things fall into place. Yesterday was one of those days, one of the magical days. From first thing in the morning until falling into bed, it seems like everything went exactly my way.
I know, it was a fluke, and I'm a lucky, lucky girl to have had such a day. But I have to wonder, how would it be to have a whole life that proceeded at such a smooth and extraordinarily non-ordinary manner? Would it be heaven? Or would I just dismiss the magical quality and see it as life as usual?
Maybe that's the magic of magic. Maybe the thing that makes it so special is that it's infrequent and unexpected. Maybe it wouldn't really be anything to anticipate if it was a lifetime. I think I'll just be grateful for yesterday, and I'll smile through today as I think about yesterday's unanticipated enchantment.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I hate to unpack. I never remove and put away anything from my suitcases after returning from a trip. The items just remain in my bags... until I need them... Once I discover that I need an item that has traveled with me, I remove only that one item. I use it and only then do I return it to its proper place. It can take weeks (months?) for me to return everything to the closets, shelves, drawers... I know. I have issues...
What, you might ask, does any of this packing/unpacking have to do with the title of this post? Well, it would seem that my lack of love for unpacking extends itself to school backpacks. Many times I have opened the backpacks in the morning, as the kids are scrambling to get to the bus stop. Only at that late moment have I realized that an item was being requested for the day, there was a homework assignment that didn't get done, or that something (what is that?) was left in the backpack for waaaayyyy too long.
Just within the last couple of days, I finally unpacked The Buddies school backpacks. Yes, I know school has been out for a couple of weeks now, but hey, at least I got around to it. And I found that I thoroughly enjoyed the treasures that I found inside. JJ's backpack was harboring a crumpled writing book. In this notebook he had jotted notes, sayings, thoughts, and maybe he had copied a few things that his teacher had written on the board. The first entry was simply the written alphabet in capital letters. A later entry noted that his brother attended his birthday party (don't brothers usually attend?). There were notes about dinosaurs, Disneyland, and roller coasters. Another entry read like this:
A box is a house for a shoe.
A desk is a house for a pencil.
A house is a home for a family.
The world is a home for me!
But my favorite was this:
Baby pigs are piglets.
Baby goats are kids.
Baby seals are beach weaners.
That's right... Beach Weaners...??? Where does he learn this stuff? Kids today... They're so much smarter than we were at that age...
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Sometimes I'm lucky enough to have a quiet morning at home. A morning when The Mister isn't rushing out to catch a plane... The Buddies aren't about to miss the bus... HRH doesn't have dance class... And The Boy has no plans more pressing than playing DS in his pajamas. They don't come along often, but those are the great mornings.
Today was a great morning. Lola woke me with her gentle snuggling (please don't comment on the fact that she sleeps in my room). I didn't wake to find the sun blinding me at an unreasonable hour. The wind wasn't howling. The kids weren't arguing. The Mister wasn't vacuuming his boat (really, should he be doing that at 5 am? Because, you know, he does... sometimes...). It was a genuinely quiet and peaceful morning.
I rolled out of bed to take Lola out. The birds were chirping. The sun was cresting the snow-topped mountains as it peeked around the edges of a fluffy, white cloud. The rays of the sun were skimming across the peaks of the hill-top ridges. The air was still, cool, and welcome.
I peeled some peaches for a cobbler--is that an appropriate breakfast item? It smelled great as it baked. Peaches, vanilla, a touch of cinnamon... Yep, it was a great morning. Wish you were here...