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24
Aug
2010

IN WHICH BAD THINGS ARE MADE UP FOR BY GOOD THINGS

This has been kind of a stressful week…it’s week 2 of 3 of Anders being gone. So far, I’ve had to deal with my son’s Xtreme After-Party Vomit Splatterpalooza in the middle of the night on Saturday (too much cake & excitement, apparently, as I know he wasn’t sneaking the Slushie Margaritas) and my daughter’s spillage of Compound W ALL OVER THE MIDDLE of the living room chair. AAGH. On the plus side I’m inordinately proud of myself: first because I didn’t throw up as well during the horrendous clean-up aftermath and second because I didn’t strangle Karin, especially since...

17
Aug
2010

IT IS NOT ONLY FINE FEATHERS THAT MAKE FINE BIRDS*

I’ve always been a collector, especially of small things. I’ve had shadowboxes to corral them in since I was a girl. Other than being wee, there wasn’t always a unifying theme to the things I collected, though small animal figurines keep showing up in every grouping. Some of them were outgrown as I got tired of them or lost interest: the dogs I adored as a child, the cow-themed things I had for awhile after college, the thankfully short pink flamingo phase. The only real collection in my house that is worthy of the name is in the moose bathroom,...

07
Aug
2010

BOUQUET BREAK

Despite being late in the summer, things are still blooming around here, both inside and outside. I have pelargoniums in the pots outside, most of them extravagantly fuchsia, some red, and the roses keep popping up and blowing open with beauty. The lavender is almost done but the bees don’t seem to have gotten the message. We don’t have a lot of flowering plants otherwise in our yard/garden…mostly I subscribe to greenery that comes back every year and except for the lungwort and the stonecrop I haven’t had a lot of luck with flowering perennials. I fill the pots in...

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...

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,...

09
Jun
2010

PREFERABLY NOT A CAREER PROPHESY

Every year Flyinge school hosts Tokiga Dagen a couple of days before classes are out for the summer. Tokiga Dagen means “the Crazy Day” and the kids dress up in all kinds of silly costumes and have a parade and winners are picked for best outfit and they have different stations to go to and play at all during the day. One year she wore Anders’ much-too-big-for-her suit & dress shoes. Last year she was a hobo. This year? She was a hotdog stand. It was all her own idea. Anders helped with getting a box down from the attic...

18
May
2010

GOLDEN AGE

Warming temps and sunny skies have lightened my mood considerably. Though yesterday I was so tired when I came home from work that I went to lie down “for half an hour” at 7 p.m. and awoke, completely groggy and disoriented, at 9:37 p.m., just in time to say good night to the kids and cast myself back upon the shores of sleep. Behind our house: a glowing ocean of golden gorgeousness; the rapeseed is in bloom. It’s not all the way blown, as I discovered when I walked out to the edge of the field. Each blossom is topped...

16
May
2010

SO THEN WHAT HAPPENED?

It’s hard to unwind and relax into a long weekend when you’re as used to go-go-going all the time as I am. I had to deliberately stop myself from checking work email. I had to force myself to stop, drop and go back to my book instead of latching onto a project. But it wasn’t as hard after the first day as I thought it would be. Even with a dog in the house, I managed to sleep in. It actually helped that it was such crappy weather all weekend long: chilly drizzly cloudiness. My hair has been barking all...

04
May
2010

SPRING IS SPRUNG, THE GRASS IS RIZ

Happy Star Wars Day! May the Fourth be with you! 😀 Spectacular cloudscapes, slanting sunshine, a sudden downpour of rain washed over Flyinge with a fleeting fat rainbow to top it off. The forsythias are so bright, they look like miniature suns. Cherry trees are blossoming: our little cherry is studded with white blooms up and down each branch; harbingers for a bumper crop, I hope! The bird cherry across the ditch has exploded like a stupendous slo-mo popcorn tree. Sparrows are nesting in one of the birdhouses on the side of the playhouse and pheasant calls ratchet through the...

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