Lizardek

05
Aug
2010

THE KIDS OF SUMMER

Martin’s eyes squinch up when he smiles so that they nearly disappear; mine do the same thing. I must have taken a dozen shots of them from one side and the other and I couldn’t get any of him with his eyes open and smiling simultaneously. This is the summer when Martin suddenly shot up and caught up to me in height; he’ll have passed me before the equinox. This is the summer when my feet became the smallest in the family. The summer when Martin’s voice dropped an octave and Karin started putting her hair up with barrettes and...

02
Aug
2010

THAT TODDLING TOWN

Pulse and passion, verdant parks and sweltering sidewalks, every restaurant a delight, every face a smiling or interesting one. This place is in my blood, in my bones, in my dreams. Turning to my husband, the sun beating down on our heads, the buzz and thrum of Navy Pier behind us and the blue of the lake stretching out as far as the eye can see: blue blue blue with white dots of sails, of clouds, of whitecaps, and saying, “Can’t we move back? Don’t you want to move back?” I do. O! I do. Cracking Me Up: The Problem...

31
Jul
2010

CORKED

A whole week goes by, not even in a flash, and I think about writing but I don’t. I read a book, and then another, and I nap, or play a computer game or clean or run errands. I cleaned the fish tank and bought fish. I picked up the kids from the swimming pool. I bought new late-summer flowers for the pots and dead-headed the baby roses. I even went for a couple of walks and I updated my books-to-buy list and my library inventory and I talked to my mom and wrote emails and went to sushi night,...

27
Jul
2010

GALLINIPPERS & GOLLYWHOPPERS SURE SOUNDS BETTER THAN SLUGS & SNAILS

I am such a slug. If I was any sluggier, I’d have tentacles and leave a trail of slime behind me as I VERY SLOWLY slithered about. In order to check to see if there were any usefully named parts of a slug for the previous sentence, I was forced to google “parts of a slug” and now I’m all icked out. I’ve been on Wikipedia a lot lately; Google consistently leads me there. I learned the other day, just by random chance, that the bugs I have always called Daddy Longlegs are not, in fact, a Daddy Longlegs spider....

24
Jul
2010

SHINY HAPPY PEOPLE

I tend to like photos of people and faces better than things and places. My husband and my daughter both take photos of things around them: a flower, an interesting statue, the city skyline, someone’s dog; not me. I DO take photos of flowers and trees and such, when I’m out walking or when it’s springtime and everything is blowing my mind with its beauty, but usually it’s the photos of friends and family that I want to have to remember vacations and trips and happenings by. My sister’s son, Bryce in his summer ‘do. Second cousins once removed: Martin,...

20
Jul
2010

PLAYING WHILE TRIPPING

When I was growing up, we went on a lot of road trips. We had a huge purple* station wagon first, and then a big wood-paneled brown one that we came to call The Bomb. We 3 kids sat in the back seat, and sometimes (it being the 70s), one of us would be lying in the very back, or sometimes on the floor in front of the back seat. Road trips are very boring, if you are not well-prepared and if you have the type of family that doesn’t entertain itself by bursting into frequent song. My dad and...

18
Jul
2010

ONLY A VERY SMALL PART OF IT

Who was watching over me during vacation? Left my purse ON THE FLOOR of the pharmacy aisle in one of the million billion Target stores we visited during the past 4 weeks. Didn’t discover it was missing until I had finished with pharmacy, noodled through cosmetics, spent ages picking out random greeting cards, strolled through housewares (finally! sheets are in my colors again!) side-stopped in groceries, wandered over to music/books and then had a complete and total heart attack when the fact that my purse was not in the seat of the shopping cart with its strap wrapped around my...

17
Jul
2010

MWAH!

Am very glad to be home though leaving was, as always, a wrench. Horribly long trip with a 2-hour sitting-at-the-gate delay in Atlanta, but we are home and halfway unpacked. More soon, once I catch my breath!

04
Jul
2010

HOT HOT HOT

The dial-up connection at my mom’s is killing me. By the time I get email checked it’s been over an hour online and I just don’t have the gumption to write a post. We’ve been busy, busy, busy, and time is flying by. The weather has jumped from lovely high 60s and low 70s to high 80s and low 90s and I’m sweltering now. The kids were great on the plane trip and we had a yummy, though very pricy, sushi lunch at Amsterdam airport, and we arrived with no problems. The day after we got here my sister and...

16
Jun
2010

DON’T KNOW WHEN I’LL BE BACK AGAIN

Tomorrow is Martin’s last day of school. He’s had a really good first half year at his new school and seems to be thriving from all accounts. He had his piano recital today and hours later his piano teacher called to tell me how much he seems to have blossomed the past few months; she thinks it’s on account of the new school. Tomorrow morning first thing is his end-of-school “ceremony” with recitals and music and afterwards a cake party. Everyone is supposed to bring a cake: Anders is in the kitchen right now, frosting a cake shaped like a...

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